There's nothing left to make you feel right Your hopes and dreams have faded out of sight How does it feel to be forgotten How does it feel to be forgotten
Übersetzung: Forgotten Rebels. Smash It Open.
Übersetzung: Die Open. Forgotten.
argue They enjoy driving me insane TOO MANY VOICES TALKING IN MY HEAD WHY THEY ALL JUST LET ME BE TOO MANY VOICES SCREAMING IN MY HEAD I'LL SMASH IT OPEN
Packing the sun away Darkness is creeping up on all our dreams To wipe them clean away Building boxes around our lives Compartments for each and every feeling Freedom lost with our innocence Forgotten
choppers Cock em and pop em coppers glauks be talkin like... blockedie block, block I'll probly popped hoffa and possibly jus forgot where I tossed em
help me out? I'm picking up the pieces But they keep raining down Is there anybody Who can end this war? We've been fighting for so long I forgot what
for you can't make you happy just open the door and you won't see me anymore. And before you fly, one kiss should tell me why you've forgotten
scorn quickly approaches violent climax. Infernal legions, the time nears when we'll strike. The shadows serving to enshroud us, our blackened hearts. Those forgotten
forgot about a simple twist of fate. He woke up, the room was bare He didn't see her anywhere. He told himself he didn't care, pushed the window open
stud by the stairs, Lily had two queens, she was hopin' for a third to match her pair. Outside the streets were fillin' up, the window was open wide,
we do it And keep on movin, guess who's back up in the house? Original Cleveland Criminals Niggas just send em subliminal messages like "murda, mo murder murder" Never forgot
stop it When they got us in shit that not might beast the rock When I pull out the heatseeker, cock a rocket Are quick to be forgotten Props to all of
lives We are angels Part devil in disguise We sow the seeds of our own demise All love's lost children Inside us... forgotten You must open As the flower
to me on the motorboat and shyly replies as to which boy she likes at her school. so i am reminded of things ive forgotten. the way doors can open and
: There is no beginning to the story A bookshelf sinks into the sand And a language learned and forgot in turn Is studied once again It's a shocking
business you get let up, let up! You test fire, you gonna die, And at your funeral your momma gonna cry. So... gets the blow, blow, And clerks open cash
