: This past to go While I collapse It's not a false alarm The ashes settle in I guess, We are the insane as we ignore the mirror's truth Should I join
It's best to go, while I collapse It's not a false alarm The ashes settle in Well, I guess we are the insane As we ignore the mirror's truth Should I
This past to go While I collapse It's not a false alarm The ashes settle in I guess, We are the insane as we ignore the mirror's truth Should I join
Übersetzung: In Flames. The Mirror Wahrheits-.
in the heart of the true From the soul, of the man; for truth never has an alibi In the poetry, or in it's realm That's what pulls all words together
higher flame Still a spark strives, inner sanctum, pleading me to look inward and see? Velvet light, a Poet?s dusk that mirrors on the ocean Foaming
Jay-Z] Sup ma? You want to roll with us, y'knowhatI'msayin? It's good, it's love, it's all love We got cases of Belvedere, we gon' play truth or dare
flame Gazing into the illusion of reality Royal blood radiates Mystified by the rise of weakness Upon thrones that rise up high in the night Looking down at the flickering flames
I overstand they truth is all lame I hold cannons that shoot balls of flames Right in they fat mouth then I carve my name Nas - too real, Nas - true king It's
: for this songAnd I begin to realise That our path through times unbroken Do you know what it's like When a mirror never lies And the truth remands
cry but the truth is they're glad that I died Inhale, conversatin' with Satan himself Starin' in the mirror lately got him hatin' hisself Inhale, green smoke like it's
truth is measured by the weight of your gold The magic lies scattered on rugs on the ground Faith is conjured in the night market's sound Would you like
I overstand they truth is all lame I hold cannons that shoot balls of flames Right in they fat mouth then I carve my name Nas too real, Nas true king It's
us to someone else Prevail do or die [Prevail] My relief, to finalize the movement of the freaks In a fantastic place where you are what you eat (What's up? What's
sportin' lashes from the old Massa's Clasps on the neck says, 'Property Of The Masses' And what's under the chassis? Block is gentrified while the governor's
