addicted to breathe without it Too embarrassed to talk about it I'll kiss you off and try to leave without you following me This punctured pallet pains me red
Step up. It is time to learn the hard way. As so many lives here end. And I've fallen. Bugs crawling up my arms. Eyes so strong. Staring and torturing
My name. This is my day. The day to shine. I can see the end. From six stops away. Money buys you beds but it can't buy you sleep. I'm almost sorry that
Phillies sweets. Two for five. Killing time. Waiting for the final battle. Got the shakes and wasting life. Killing time. Waiting for the final battle
Avarice and stubbornness - converge into stupidity. In two we have begotten our desserts and transform. As we become food for the earth and for the rats
You play the role as a pawn. With my rook, I will destroy. Coining the term "Blowjob Rock" with such integrity. Did you think I could respect? Control
No more short jokes. No more "you're weak." Take you inside, fuck you up. The way I deal with this pain, take you in digital, take you inside fuck you
Oh so sweet yet oh so miserable.. It felt so good to finally clear the air - as I spilled my guts. The guilt fades away - as I spill your guts. It only
(Instrumental)
Festering stench in the air - rotten. The black and filth all around - breeds. The masses breed this cloud that is slowly blackening our lungs. The ashes
Over and over constantly, I see the face smiling at me. It is a mere reflection of human wretchedness. Our sins bleed a smile upon the face. Corpse fucked
A flower for poor Rose, took the hope away. A life full of lies. Bad joke. Thanks, Mom. The bow breaks and the cradle falls. The ugly seed has been sowed
Searching for a mode and for a method. What's he thinking and what the fuck is he saying? And does it matter anyway? "Never again..." I begin to think
me And I was resting soft In the arms of my war And I'm pulling on the red chord That pulls you back to me Lord And I'm pulling on the red chord So
fits my mood I watch the record spin around Into a wall of sound Bright red chords on jet black vinyl Dancing to the beat, the music is primal Bright red chords
Превод: Оквири. Ред Цхорд.
Превод: Тхе Ред Цхорд. Нихилст.
