: L'ultimo giorno dell'umanita, un padre disse a un figlio: ?apri la tua mano questi sono i nomi delle cose e di citta, purtroppo ho perso il nome
ghetto gospel [Chorus - Elton John:] Those who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel) I welcome with my hands And the red sun sinks at last into the
fill the block, the fun stops Niggaz is callin cops, people shot, nobody stop I wonder when the world stopped caring last night Two kids shot while the
love's the only law. So answer mayday SOS. Search me north south east or west. It's all I miss, just the one last kiss. This is goodbye to the days
: (Intro) Cause some things just don't change It's better when they stay the same Althought the whole world knows your name So on the biggest days they
: Free my mind Heal my scars Erase the past Dark days to forget And memories to last In my heart Free me now Make me forget And forgive There's no
the hillside on a cold December day, my solitary journey guided only by the pilgrims high in the sky. Fog invades the lands blocking the last rays of
Break that boundary that's empounding me to forfeit what I hold, and move past it I keep my dreams wrapped in plastic Retrack my past steps to catch it with my last
to stop changing But I can feel, you hesitating to love me like you do (Coz you are only human) Don't fade away! Hang onto tomorrow Coz everyday! Is better than the last
down to the last straw. It took me down, took me until I don't feel human at all. Test me now, test me. I don't feel human at all. So don't you go thinking
J] White walls, white floors, small rooms After sedatives they become ballrooms Crows fly by my window slow Headed that way but lookin' at me though Sedatives [8x] [Shaggy] I'm an accident, human
wings while mushroom-clouds haunt their virginwhite skies to rape their utopian dreams Living the last days of evolution's end from the nest of humanity
Without a human sound The days passing by In dullness and pain His fatal creation Is all that remains He is the last man alive The last man alive Sentenced
with what I'm saying If not you'll lie in knee-deep trouble Prostitute yourself he says Castrate your human pride, ooh ooh ooh Sacrifice your leisure days
even why I did it The last thing I remember I was sitting in my kitchen Now I'm more covered in blood and I'm fucking soaking wet I got a human heart
his head, and he starts thinking about the last two minutes, the last two hours, the last two days, the last two weeks, the last two months, until
the looking glass Our community's lookin bad like a bucket full of crabs That's the crooked path If we don't straighten this out, how long would it last
