ответ я. Кто виноват? Кто виноват? Кто виноват, что так случилось? Кто виноват, что не сложилось? Кто виноват? - Ищу ответ я. Кто виноват? Кто виноват
Кто виноват, что ты устал, Что не нашел чего так ждал, Все потерял что так искал, Поднялся в небо и упал И чья вина, что день за днем Уходит жизнь чужим
Who's to blame? Who's the one who sparked the flame? The victim who became part of the game? We deal in murder for money, sex and fame The question remains
One day, you'll have to ask yourself Am I doing what I want for someone else? From that day forward you'll find that living right You're better off when
Tell for yourself, watch me sweat, watch me crawl Stretch me on the table, up against the wall, up against the wall You can see for yourself but you better
I've grown tired of fighting Whether you're right or wrong Whether I'm weak or strong in your eyes This is a lonely feeling Watching you turn away Why
She is gone, seventeen And her son, just turned three Lives off of society and contempt Feeds her son pays the rent And I wonder who's to blame
Everybody knows that you love me 'Cause it shows But still you play the game And we're both hurt But who's to blame Who's to blame When the sun misses
I believe in treating women, like I want to be treated. When a woman's degraded, by the lustful eyes of men, I'm angry. It makes me sick, seeing women
You were so quick to say good-bye So tell me did you even try? You burned a hole in my disguise And left a scar larger than life I guess, wec??e victims
You really don't scare me Because it's easy to see That you don't have what it takes To back it up You think I'm gonna freeze And beg you don't hurt me
What makes a killer? Now that's a bore What makes you scream? You're being ignored If your hand are bloody Then so are mine We all want freedom When
Prenez peur car le cours des choses A©volue trA?s vite, qui blA?mer ? Flots d'paroles et d'hypocrisies les visages s'animent de noirs desseins Il est
Money is a great thing When you know you haven't got it Money is a good thing It will ................. Your bloody hand ........ broken glass That sits
it's your bleeding heart and selling so well an hour too late too much time to kill and forcing your tears and milking the pain and raking it in
Frozen in time here, the future: possible a reflection is the past Misinformation spoken with authority, as if our ignorance can't last From the churches
How come youA're blaming me about The things that I have never done ItA's such a shame Well, itA's your weakness that you hide So, donA't tell me how