Übersetzung: Passion. Nothing But The Blood.
nothing at all. I'd take a stand, but I know I'd fall. I'd run head-down into a wall and watch my blood run faster. Girls laugh and pass me on the street
and life turn your face to the lonely night, but you're not alone when she calls you home. And this your world is on the edge, as good as lost but you
-forgotten morn. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount But nothing
of a concertina Blood dryin' in my yellow hair as I go from shore to shore I know what it is that has drawn me to your door But whatever it could be,
were ever here at all? Well summer's gonna come, it's gonna cloud our eyes again, no need to focus when there's nothing that's worth seeing. So we trade liquor for blood
Maybe I'm just blind, But maybe I should try... Can't you see why the vision is calling you? I got the one, the dream of horror! Dreams of blood, dreams
territorial glorious story you've heard nothing but bull for me Comming from ghetto the guero the heart in the metal settle for gas as we passing you
hopes of recovery My friend I'll stand with you until our destruction we're gonna be just fine... Put passion to this pen in hopes of something beautiful But there's nothing
a friend Who free me from my foes Drinking something different today But wearing the same old clothes I guess weed, wine, and women Was the life that I chose But
we fear it awareness won't come near it Distractive Reactive Disguised in spite of time I never bared my emotion My passion always strong I never lost my devotion but
: You want something out of nothing, you want blood from a stone To banish all your enemies and wish them safely home Some would say insanity or crazy
nemesis is su nemesis Ain't for him, it's just media, see to them it's just images But this shit is no gimmicks, this is blood in and blood out When there
em soldiers I'm in the bush if the President call [Chorus: Solomon Childs] Get 'em, the'll be nothing but smooth sailing When the heat shot, now your
but that ain't bout nothing so country country cash out hony's so country country cash out hony's drop 70 on my Hummer but that ain't bout nothing 60
cracka you don't care if me have a heart attacka you don't care if me get car jacka you don't care cause you're nothing but a cracka now it's Judgement
Full moons mean nothing without your rollar-skates, when water runs dry and blood fills the great lakes! Im a hired assassin, but like sculpture as art
