MAYBE WHEN YOU'RE DEAD I CAN HATE YOU WITHOUT LIMATIONS WITHOUT BITTER YEARS WITHOUT ANNIHILATION THERE'S NO RESOLVE BUT MAYBE WHEN YOU'RE DEAD I CAN HATE YOU
sense of fear There's no adaptation There's no sorrow But, maybe when you're dead I can hate you Maybe when you're dead I can hate you Without limitations
Vertimas: Paradise Lost. I Can Hate You.
of fear There's no adaptation There's no sorrow But, maybe when you're dead I can hate you Maybe when you're dead I can hate you Without limitations
I know it ain't nothing I can say right now that can bring your life back I don't even hate the boy who killed you I'm gonna let God handle that Cause
'll be boys, we'll be boys We'll be boys, we'll be boys, we'll be boys I'm the one treads upon The weaker ones Those that I can find And there'll always
no hate Burning she left me Without a warning Baby now I'm no more The man I used to be All I can give to you Is what you left to me Second hand paradise
word And maybe, I'm totally crazy for holding on but Just cus I'm insane, don't mean that I'm wrong Now that you're gone I can't sleep at night I barely
common ground Dance - dance - let me fly Dance - dance - satisfy I - can't - get enough Give me secrets from above I'll be your queen Holding the key to your paradise I
? I scream in anger at this world I hate it, my I feel so lonely Among you So worthless, where? We go from here now I don't know you tell me Okay so
suspended in hate A frozen tomb earth's womb a dire state Who am I what am I where am I I cannot see I cannon feel I can't believe this is not real A
cicadas are omnipotent sound. The kampong is dark and still. I am not what I thought I was. I am not what I seem. Most of all, I am not what I am. I
valentines Paris, I'm in debt, I can't come home My lips are wet, I hate the phone J'ai un regrette et mes chansons I bumped my head while you were gone You
the fuck i'm gonna top that? ok you guys caught me i'm not a fucking rapist, or a serial killer, i lied (You know, you just wanted attention) I tried
, but I wont beg and I wont crawl A tear or two might fall into my shot of whiskey But I wont cry, no Mississippi Well I hate to rain on your parade I hate
, I think I?ll walk your way, I think I?ll say your name, I think I?ll come over to your house.. Eeeeeeeeuuuuuuuwwwww you got something for me! you
the finger on the trigger is yours If I come of one Will you understand the depths of me? Perceivable I can only belong to the man in me They no longer
