us back. Watch the moon falling. It will draw me a name. A face of black hate. Black star, let them bleed. Shivering flames. Black heart, sacred fiction
Übersetzung: Verwundet. Black Heart.
why I keep pressure on 'em like a open wound, This God given, he keep givin' me better music, So every time you hear me, my songs present improvement,
me the way Past unwillingly releases Heart is filled with sorrow So my mind awake from the sleep Suffering soul escaped from net Heal my wounds Heart
isn't real I'll show you wounds that never heal To them I'm just a happy meal Can't sleep, the clowns will eat me Make the coffee black as night
: A wound to the heart and my mind is set on you suddenly night blasts your horizontal oscillations slowly dying away ashes to the wind crystal shards
I'll never be the same! And these open wounds will heal with time they say, My heart turned black and then the sky turned gray! My heart turned black
is ringed with countless foes Some of them may be deaf and dumb No man, no woman knows The hour that sorrow will come In the dark I hear the night birds
warnin', Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world, Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin', Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin', Heard
seperate and then collide And they twist like sheets Till you fall asleep And they finally unwind It's a black balloon It's a dream you'll soon deny I hear
River sweep away my memories of Children's things a young mother's love Before the yearning song of flesh on flesh Young hearts burst open wounds bleed
the highlights, since you've last asked me. Nah bro, I'm not all right Cause lately I've been fighting for everyone but myself. My heart is a wound spilling
ya Check it! Boom [Verse 1 - Jr. Gong] You Nah Mean Mi dip out a whole fourteen Nah Mean And reload man extra magazine Nah Mean A wounded them housing
dancing We've taken all the chances She question what we are And I'll drink to the answer cause My heart is out of service My eyes turn black I don't
your midnight-ride as the sun fades black (and) beyond your grotesque imagination my name will be revealed... The blod of Christ can't heal your wounds
the strength of the spiritual eye Spirits of the token unchained and free Recover from the philanthropic macabre frenzy The pale dove grins, black at heart
not forget wasted time pretending i was cool paper heart please understand model planes and rubberbands wound too tight my heart could snap in two paper hearts
