by now All the ways I wish I could protect you From all the things that you learned on your own somehow Learned on your own, learned on your own somehow
Übersetzung: On Your Own. Sense Field.
Übersetzung: Sense Field. On Your Own.
Übersetzung: Soundtracks. On Your Own - Sense Field.
Übersetzung: 54 Soundtrack. On Your Own - Sense Field.
The muse that fell to the deep The muse is lying cursed The cold on her hands The dust on her wings A widow of her own old life A victim of god's desires
in your own traps... We?ve been living enclosed in the firing line Nine days until we were rearmed Becoming closer to their hidden camp Nine whole nights on
, forever together your heart is my home your heart is my home the golden field, the sense of red nights there's something lost cause we've forgotten to fight the field
's where you're headin' Ha, forget it [Hook (both)] I'm your host to the roller coaster Stick to your guns and cling to your holster X2 [Prevail] As
'll amputate your mic and repossess your core I'm the man salute to the prince the power lord My friends I'll mangle you if we tangle put my arms in your
seminar I'm a genius, I'm a prodigy A demon at maths and science, I'm up for a prize If you gotta grow up sometime You've got to do it on your own I
I your grave Captivated, we fall to meet our fate Between layers of coma and death in fields of blood it's a sightless, soundless, muted sense of touch
I knew - cause we're Chorus: Together again Yeah forever together Your heart is my home Together again Yeah forever together Your heart is my home The golden field, the sense
to be kidding, yo It's common sense how I master my circumference, you dense I get locked the fuck up, released on my own recognizance Can't be judged
are on the inside We open up the corpse to find the clues that point to an explanation that might make sense Let's crack the cadaver open for a little
up bras you have to stuff to fill in And giving hand jobs on the bus during school field trips During dances moving like a tramp is your goal but you
was after school Never giving up Steady, standing on the battle field Feet firm to the ground like i stepped on chappel hill Flesh feeling frisky, sin