He lay broken, broken down, and the pieces on the ground Are where they troud and ground him further down. Where is the glue that mends a broken man That
Vertimas: Liepsnoti. Gyvenimas ir mirtis.
Vertimas: Magnetiniai laukai. Ferdinandas de Saussure Mirtis.
: Ya es hora de decir adios lo se Es hora de cambiar de direccion De no pensar en lo que pudo ser De no buscar alguna explicacion Atras quedan los cines
We don't belong we have no home and see no boundaries in this delighted world When we have no certainty they question our existence Our right to live
Wolves eat sheep tasting fear in their meant Sheep like you always stare at defeat You seattered and left me alone face to face With the wolf at the
He lay broken, broken down, and the pieces on the ground Are where they troud and ground him further down. Where is the glue that mends a broken man
Robot slave with silent rage growing inside of me My first word is no answer my birth now they will see I am... I hear I see I feel I think therefore
Right was really wrong wrong was really right after all your light is real darkness my darkness is real light guiding the path of this serpent hearted
I am absolutely now prepared to pay the price Even if I ultimately pay with my own life Where did you give everything, to sacrifice it all and without
Blessed father what is that the gods will for me Is it their will that I should do this duet alone I am a slave and what difference can I possibly make
I have a noose around my neck it is spun from my hopes and dreams the ones who wronged and now are choking me The hanging man, I am not hanged to martyr
Never start a fight you cannot win you'll be in a war that never ends making promises you cannot keep Living with regrets that make you weep Weeping
Walking down the path of your life conditions facing up to everyday's contradictions to find the inner quietsource of your bliss all you need to know
I did not see I did not hear I did not feel while you were gone My blood was cold, I was a stone You were my own, while you were gone Because you are
I wake up to a grinding day In a grinding week In a grinding month In a grinding year Grinding away The daily grind is grinding me I just go to work
I made a rod it was for my own back at the time I could not see it but now it is clear I rattle my brain for words that I thought I knew as certainly
: Blessed father what is that the gods will for me Is it their will that I should do this duet alone I am a slave and what difference can I possibly