Текст песне
Jonbenet The

Превод: Јонбенет. Драмарама.

Превод: Јонбенет. Једанаестог века фолклора.

Превод: Јонбенет. Украдена Почетна.

Превод: Јонбенет. Бартлеби.

Превод: Јонбенет. Једење Муња Пт. Ии.

One hundred and eighty days have passed since I've been here trapped deep inside this white beast. We are it's hands we are it's blood. Cold streets

From hours to days to years to death. these memories will outshine the rest. one thing is certain, death comes for us all. we are the ugly, the heartless

I fell asleep on your gun again late last night, It was warmer than before. My eyes are burning! For every sigh I hear, I?ll roll over so you can reach

Hold on just a God damn minute, This commercial is yet to be over! And I can't wait to try this knife out, I seriously can't wait! Yellow paint won'