Übersetzung: Ungesehen. No Turning Back.
living has taken it's toll i'm abusing myself, but I'll never learn I just want to watch this city burn there's no turning back, once you've turned your back
of living has taken it's toll i'm abusing myself, but I'll never learn I just want to watch this city burn there's no turning back, once you've turned your back
stealing time Sacrifice my whole life searching for the truth Turn my back on the world I knew Sacrifice my whole life searching for the truth Can't go back
Oh well I don't mind, you don't mind Cause I don't shine if you don't shine Put your back on me Put your back on me Put your back on me The stars are
] A silvery necklace was round the mummy's neck It had wings and was sharpened round the edge "What are you doing here", Henry had come in unseen Abigail
And then evaporate but still the view is clear Hold back your tears they are unseen New wine to the shape of power in between Hold back your tears they are unseen
a pact with the past, Echoes of bowed strings sink into the depths. A new life is born and death turns to tears... An unnamed principle takes hold of
Handlin Business, Secret Agent back again right Nuttin but classical, cuts I create For international crowds compact personas wit the spoken token Of the language broken into fragments unseen
with judgement nigh we can't afford to lie on our laurels for too long While a shadowed hand turns the bravest men to fools We've no where else to turn
I thought and out loud whispered from my lips the foul name festered echoing itself merely this, and nothing more Back into my chamber turning every
gonna settle the score, and that's the truth Not just facts, I promise you He said that Got you covered like plaque, hold on, be strong Ain't no turning back
She said I don't mind, you don't mind 'Cause I don't shine if you don't shine Put your back on me Put your back on me Put your back on me The stars
the game little lefty is back Wit shit that mutha fuckers can't fade Rhyming but still you mutha fuckers ain't paid So how can one try to see the unseen
This I thought in out loud whispered from my lips The foul name festered, echoing itself merely this, and nothing more Back into my chamber turning,
done, trying to be a good father to your only son But now who's gonna make sure that he's fed, put a shirt on his back and a roof overhead? Tell me who
