years to now been holdin' on For so long I've been away.. away I have nothing left for nobody else I have nothing left for nobody Feel it Come falling
For years to now been holdin' on For so long I fade away.. away I have nothing left for nobody else I have nothing left for nobody Feel it Come falling
Übersetzung: Machine Head. Nothing Left.
away For years to now been holdin' on For so long I fade away.. away I have nothing left for nobody else I have nothing left for nobody Feel it Come
right i can't be with you tonight it ain't right got home, one message for me, our song was on the machine now i got a song in my head, a combination
at my disposition Nothing's left Torn out of reality Into a state of no opinion Limp with hate The world is a sick machine Breeding a mass of shit With
I can't get enough of your love Building up a head of steam Current in a running stream Centre of a laser beam Compliments to the King 'n' Queen Perfectly operating machine
at Rock, where you at) Don't call Don't beg Don't call Nothing at all, bye (Where you at Rock, where you at) [Answering Machine:] Beep Yo Rock it's
the chest through the head, through the gut it shows The future for us young shooters and old killers Who become rich as dope dealers? Nothing left for
in time Spinning in circles got left behind We were all warned this would happen But the words just rang in our ears Machines built by machines built by machines
sound of the steel and the crush, and the grind it all screams who am I, to decide my life But in time it all dies, There's nothing left inside Just
two pale orbs as they trace their way across the steely sky. I used to think I had a pretty good life here, just plugging into my machine for the day
hear this beat it fills my head up And gets louder and louder It fills my head up and gets louder and louder There's a drumming noise inside my head
"we left the people of israel with, one thought.. That they are not alone -- the people of new york, People of the united states of america Indeed
they lookin at us What's the matter, you ain't seen white trash before? (You ain't seen white trash before?) A bunch of rowdy white boys with nothing left
not much left of me Nothing is real but pain now Hold my breath as I wish for death Oh, please God, wake me They kept my head and chopped off everything
my disposition Nothing's left Torn out of reality To a state of no opinion Limp with hate Well the world is a sick machine Breeding a mass of shit
