you're building and shaping the hate that you feel. You're scratching out memories you're burning old stories, Twenty-one years of bearing the cross
finally oh this is the morning of six eyes malicious cold dark stares one single gentleman is not even watching maybe he's not prepared so this is how
commit your body to advice you can't live with it's hard enough to lose a life that you once lived and all that's left are all the things that you've
red and yellow through this dirty window pane disturbing your sediments of classic form and thought wrapped in purposeless veneers of worthless words
We run off what we can't get enough of We choose to make it painless full of what changes is tonight just going to be another where we both lose interest
a mother went up to the mountain she said it was for gold but all these drums and indians, oh no. said buddy was a good boy, but just not for me come
as I begin to sink into this fate that I have tried so hard to tread while you sit with your magazines your cigarettes your apathy as we continue downward
no, don't want the world yeah, cause you'll wanna have everything and don't say that you're just a little more deserving of this or of that yeah, cause
Humming to himself as he, Is thinking of his latest debts, Juggling some numbered thoughts, Wondering what might come next, And swears he won't, Ever
Mother Mary was a friend to me she went down to the freak house she never wanted to leave so father fairy, he rises up to me sent somebody here to get
we all know, that the tension, is getting higher well it's getting harder, for us, to get along and the problems we're having with each other are ones
What do you get when you expect so much, Is it regret, Or were they just false hopes that we should forget, With time better spent, the words that we
eternitity is pressed against my eyelids by brittle fists that i cannot avoid and though each fingers grip has been relentless the moments they just keep
I got your letter, but the willingness wore out, And then penmanship was beautiful at best. Your words were honest, But the meanings raised a doubt And
Vertimas: Gyvatė Kryžiaus Crown. Laišką.
Vertimas: Gyvatė Kryžiaus Crown. Karštos Anger, netrukus šaltojo.
Vertimas: Gyvatė Kryžiaus Crown. Moneymaker.
Vertimas: Gyvatė Kryžiaus Crown. Pati kaip ir kada nors buvo.
