: It was night in my head and they were coming. To reming me of the sin that I am. I was glad and my head felt funny. I was glad cause you died in my
Übersetzung: Verwundet. A Dance With The Insane.
It was night in my head and they were coming. To reming me of the sin that I am. I was glad and my head felt funny. I was glad cause you died in my heart
same insane games. Got to be commital to be a little deviation. So I get all wound up inside. I can see your scene unwind. You dance together or you dance
: There's a belt of sun dripping through a porthole In a set design Can you read your name? It's been so long since we blew from the inside So where
That he speaks his beliefs Like a rock that bleeds A sea of grief My talking leaf speaks of A wounded knee creek American ghost dance... A new man who is with
By john frusciante Transcribed by thatyou There's a powdered sun dripping through a porthole In a set design Can you read your name It's been so long
's just a world of..... Graphic repulsion! Dead cannibals of modern age Have come from death in fits of all out rage Without a pulse on man they feast A
a world gone insane in a war And the song of those broken survivors, dancing alone in the dark With the silence of Los Olvidados, like a hole in the
the voice came 'hear this voice and know that it will be with you always' Phantoms of opulent auras emblazed in a repulsively lush turmoil Of incomprehensible vastness, dance in a
for the same insane games Got to be committal to a little deviation So, I get all wound up inside I can see your scene unwind You dance together or you dance
Tugging a rhythm to the vision that's in my head Tugging a beat to the sight of you lying So delighted with a new understanding Something about a little
life whispered grief like a funeral march Twisted and yearning, obsessed an entranced With those succumbing to cruelty Crushed 'neath the gait of Her dance A
, many long years ago There in a shack on the desert, one night in a storm Amid streaks of lightnin' and loud desert thunder To a young Mexican couple, a
a sea of grief My talking leaf speaks Of a wounded knee creek American ghost dance American ghost dance American ghost dance American ghost dance American ghost dance American ghost dance
carcass, I found it there [Chorus] Hollow laughter, childhood cries And when I turn, in rhyme with silence found my crimes Wound in a coil - inborn
