more lies Ne sheer heart attacks No more empty promises No more lookin' back No more victims, no more lies Ne sheer heart attacks No more empty promises No more lookin' back No more
can take See the eyes of the countless masses Drinking life from the empty glasses Chorus: No more victims No more lies Ne sheer heart attacks No more empty promises No more lookin' back
Übersetzung: Gift. No More Lookin 'Back.
Übersetzung: Gift. No More Lookin 'Back (Poison Jazz).
in now. Talk talk talk about it, if you talk as if you care but when your talk is over tilt that bottle in the air, tossing back more than your share
your trophy... please try to say more carefully that you no longer need me this back and forth is killing me the only eyes you'll look into are those
So give me your hand and say you'll be mine Well, the emptiness is endless, cold as the clay You can always come back, but you can't come back all the
To love another one with surrender Maybe the one who will be coming Will love you more than I And maybe will she be happier And more loved] Peut-etre
Suddenly, he starts to convulse and his pulse goes into hyperdrive and his eyes roll back in his skull {*blblblblblb*} His back starts tah - look like
stomach turn [Chorus] There's overtime and bonus opportunities galore The young men like their money and they all come back for more But soon your knocking on and you look
been done before You had enough? "MORE!" Here we go, I'm about to blow up Don't you dare bite my rhymes, I'll make you throw up Poison soaked in an acid
dead Wilsons inside Jetting and I'm hopping fences Finning through like my man in Caline, Texas Cuz I'm psycholistic You look once and you missed it Look
the demons They haunt me no more I'm loaded and charged to the core Unholy poison was Depraiving my soul Now I am back in control Dragon arise! [Solo
what it look like?" "Hey, my man, what it look like?" {deeper voice} "Hey, my man, what it look like?" {high-pitched voice} "Hey, my man, what it look
us something to believe in, Something to hope for. Beautiful Is the disease leaving us wanting more. Yeah, Like this Is your favorite position. So grin like A nun. Spread your thoughts wider more
would come when I Would be the poison in the pen I use to write You said you were alone in somewhat of a nervous tone I guess it was the blank look on
