Переклад: Резерфорд, Майк. Стиснення.
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: Like the knife into my back Cold hate within my spine Freezing up my nerves This slow death consumes my mind Shock waves through my soul Compounding
la la la la dum de dum de
Like the knife into my back Cold hate within my spine Freezing up my nerves This slow death consumes my mind Shock waves through my soul Compounding
: [feat. Gruzen] [Sample:] You'll still never know [Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt] Sly's been first, man Y'all forever last I'm forever everlastin' Mashing
Voiceless, Useless in their game Sightless, Blinded by their rage Heartless, All their Endless plagues Pointless, Gagging on their pain Collapsed, Collapsing
You were the one That I couldn't find Hidden away In the ups of my mind Why did I let you go? You're to good to be true I messed it up and now I don'
(Music by Bartsch - December 1996 Poems by Bartsch - November 1996) Zufallspriester des Sarkasmus brten aus ein ppig' Leid Wenn nackend sie schreiten
I ride all alone and can't see The road to nowhere anymore And shadows, whispers are calling me To forbidden forests by the shore And there she fell,
There's a flame, flame in my heart And there's no rain, can put it out And there's a flame, it's burning in my heart And there's no rain, ooh, can put
A tattooed madman, I am hell on wheels Born a wicked child left alone in the fields My father was the wind, my mother was fire Raised by the wolves and
Dancing with danger right until dawn The sin that you buy and you sell Mom and daddy said, "The life that you've led You'll party you're way straight
Just a little bit west of old Pasadena Is the place I go, I call it home for me Call it what you will, Tinseltown for real It's the open edge where
Father come save us from this madness we're under God of creation are we blind? 'Cause some here are slaves that worship guns that spit thunder The children
(feat. Miss Platnum) Veronal, bring mir Vergessenheit heute Nacht. Veronal, wieg mich in den Schlaf, ganz leise und sacht. Veronal, bring mir den traumlos
Wally Boy Wonder taking you on a lyrical invasion My pen lines blast Through paper?s solid mass My eerie mind too advanced Opposed to those who need