I still have messages to send to those I love. Violent breathing, it won?t keep me from saving everyone. So we sing into the night and break all
. Yet I still have messages to send to those I love. Violent breathing, it won?t keep me from saving everyone. So we sing into the night and break all
Übersetzung: Eyes Set To Kill. Into The Night.
Yet I still have messages to send to those I love. Violent breathing, it won?t keep me from saving everyone. So we sing into the night and break
. Yet I still have messages to send to those I love. Violent breathing, it won’t keep me from saving everyone. So we sing into the night and break all
turn purple when I work you I ride a night rounds be tight I'll be light hotter than a candle, handle Look, so shine the light I just might catch you set
only friend The end of our elaborate plans The end of everything that stands The end No safety or surprise The end I'll never look into your eyes again
a door He looked inside Father? Yes, son? I wanna kill you Mother...I want to... Fuck you, mama, all night long Beware, mama Gonna love you, baby, all night
: [I. Overture] [Instrumental] [II. About to crash] She can't stop pacing She never felt so alive Her thoughts are racing Set on overdrive It takes
: Rambling throught the city on this restless night Love like a beast can fill me with delight Looking for something to set my need aside Oh baby, take
once a man's a killer, they just keep on killing and killing; they sort of develop a taste for blood. -Yeah, that's right. They kill one man, or kill
you'll never get's respect I stick the pits on ya I represent California Home of the shooters The looters The drug movers Girl barracuda Set you up for the kill
the homies that i once knew ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes (Ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes hoe) I got a mind killing rage waiting
down to the earth Turning into a fire breathing dragon [Chorus: x2] [Priest:] It seems like a giant hologram of the president head Above my projects Or the night
Kingpin Skinny Pimp] Y'all niggas ain't no killers, to many Prophets be on my chest Havin' me stressed, suicidal thoughts, I was up every night I never
he guides the winds My fairy king can do right and nothing wrong Ah, then came man to savage in the night To run like thieves and to kill like knives
