Combativo es sentirse, ser y ver Que somos capaces de seguir así. Nuestra lucha eterna sin final Con nuestra voz Somos un ejército de paz
Listen to the rhythm, listen to the beat It has a cold wind blowing up through the street Soul crying out People crying out In through the valleys in
Five on fire Raise the bar We multiply All the fault you call Has taken its toll I jump out the window (Yea) both eyes open wide More frequently
(I've been trapped here for one hundred years Blood, women and drink have been my only vessels on this vessel Isn't there a way out, now? Brave friend
[Foreign content] After all, they made them robed Repeating all to live in her wall [Foreign content] Something to show me a change You're wearing
Inevitably it's starting to bleed And couldn't be stopped, that's justice Incredible luck, to lift and be struck What curious things A moment to think
This box is lovely that I made You may open up whenever you're lonely You know, there's nowhere left to go: You magnify the evidence It correlates the
Before, I would've let you know Your intentions seem right For now I feel content with what we've done For now I feel content with what we've... Thank
it's just a little less (uh sorry, sorry, let me do that again) it's a lot like you're pushing too hard it's just a little less you compensate enough
in this room the hours of love differ in shades of gray still make shadows fill your hand, stranger fill your hand, stranger fill your hand, stranger
i know you don't want change but nothing is ever what it used to be grab the rope, hoist yourself up with a copy in head comforted by lions of substance
oh how, how is this worth waiting it feels like it's rushed, rushed because you... oh how... let her to take as they already know tell me if you're
In this room, the hours of love Differ in shades of gray Still make shadows In this room, the hours of love Differ in fears, we'll shake lovers That
It's making me nervous How every day feels the same Meet my phantoms, they never seem to want to go away So they stay I found a good place for everyone
New music New listening Not an attempt to understand something that is said For if something were being said The sounds would be given the shapes of words
Combativo es sentirse, ser y ver Que somos capaces de seguir asi. Nuestra lucha eterna sin final Con nuestra voz Somos un ejercito de paz; Sentimientos
I, the Swan am beautiful and phallic. Brushed. Canvas draped, paint peeled. Gallons of something puddles and you take the pictures. Hurl stones around
They're defecting us They're extracting us The world owes me nothing, it's given me a great deal Is this emptiness part of being human? They're defecting
