cold, only the dead are smiling, oh To rid your heart of all lies, their poison tongues, poison hearts Burning cold, now let the final darkness fall I feel my soul go cold
rise above Tearing my inside out [Chorus:] I feel my soul go cold Only the dead are smiling To rid your heart of all lies Their poison tongues, poison hearts Burning cold
Tradução: En las puertas. Fría.
Angels cried! To the ages of violence and of hate To explore the left hand path I came alive Into my striding, the shell of a God in the cold My soul
- To the ages of violence and of hate To explore the left hand path I came alive Into my striding, the shell of a god in the cold My soul is just hiding
at your floor. I'm knocking down your front door. I'm desperate tonight and I just wanna fight. It's my confusion that lets me act so cold. So now I'
real we ain't gotta pretend The cold world that we in It's full of pressure and pain Enough of that faggot now listen to Game Told Dre from the gate
: [50 Cent] Yeah, let's take 'em back Uh-huh.. Comin up I was confused, my mommy kissin' a girl Confusion occurs comin up in the cold world Daddy ain
cool? and at you?, what the fuck is gone do? Barbecue and boo-hoo Ride or die, get money all at the same time Split the pie with the homie, ball at the
get blasted With five deadly venomz (Yeah 'Pac, fuck that, still hittin em up with that old deadly shit. Aiyyo Treach where you at? Step up and hit
I ride Armies of horns descend on the gates Hatred burns their eyes Walls of stone cannot stop them Too weak are the spells of old At the sound of their
Intro] Yeah, let's take 'em back Uh huh [Verse 1 - 50 Cent] Comin' up I was confused, my mama kissin' a girl Confusin' occurs, comin' up in the cold
to take one destruction, Bang! And I'm thuggin' off at the golden gate safely See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads (So you won't be lonely) See you at
was hot but we was nowhere near ready to fall My son said he shot, but he wasn't bleeding at all Word, I started buggin when my nigga said he feel cold
: In complete darkness and total fright, feeling cold hands scratch at me. Deaths romance wonders like lost love upon this blackened dreamscape. Clinging
pitch and myrrh The devout faded out but the pagan remained The candles burnt low and still nothing came Bearing golden secrets from a cold malevolent
