We used to be the angry youth. Now er're just a passive mass. We tried to make a threat to society, but the newest fashion seemed more important. You
So hear I am again at this place where I speak my mind. Is that why you want to hear or do you care at all. Maybe you don't want more than empty words
Another strive to deny me. Slam me into the concrete. To make my words into muted tones. To make my message obsolete. With an expression on your face
Nah man, not quite finished yet you know what I think you just trying to pull a motherfucking fast one I'm mad you just hurt my god damn feelings and
I won't lay my dreams on your altar of sacrifice, sacrifice Take it, the lies that you hold dear no longer affect me As your life is bought and sold I
A hero of thought by the name of Bertrand. Has composed an essay which is magnificently grand!=0BLord Russell = outlines the numerous follies of man,
Do, do do do, do do do, I left when you were still asleep Glad we had the chance to meet I walked by your room and whispered your name I knew I wouldn
This isn't the first time I've talked about you. This won't be the last time I talk about you. This isn't the first time I've thought about you. This
Elle a dit je te quitte seulement l'instant d'une valse et c'est tres long, dis-moi, une valse? je sais pas danser tu t'en vas au bal t'es suberbe en
Do, do do do, do do do I left when you were still asleep Glad we had the chance to meet I walked by your room and whispered your name I knew I wouldn'
I won't lay my dreams on your altar of sacrifice Take it, the lies that you hold dear no longer affect me As your life is bought and sold I'll sit back
Being nothing but flesh, bones, innards and blood, A presumed empty brain washed away with time. Outlet for conscience. Already far away from your mind
Превод: Е о Тцхан. Данце продавнице.
Превод: Јулијана Хатфилда. Нема продавнице.
Превод: Мали Браун бицикла. Иза линије руке и даље остаје на Ми Ханд.
Furnished in fur and afraid of your father You've choked out the air, burned up the water Your sin is yourself, a slave to your youth Too caught up
We fold, in cold Lonely but never quite alone We're told, grow old The young, once flesh, now sculpt to stone We sold our soul The spring of life we've
It's a shotgun I think I'll use it tonight It's a shutdown I've got you in my sights It's just a shadow It can't come to life But it's the shadows They