In a little town, in a little world I wrote the memories of a little girl Little did I know, as the story was unfolding It would take me down the narrow
I heard the news and I believed Because You proved Your love for me And then You went to make a better place I haven't seen it yet I'm sure of all I
These are my sidewalks They wounds around the neighborhood Always led me straight and safely home But now they're uneven 'Cause roots move beneath them
Why'd it have to come to this? Why'd I have to go through this? Wouldn't it be easier to just get up and run? Why do I have to give so much? Haven't
We had sandwiches and apple juice On that sweet afternoon in the summer And you only wanted me to play You had no time to waste in the summer So you
Holding me down in this mess an unholy wreck A lost way to be, lost in the sea of my own dripping blood I don't know what to expect I'm lost in this wreck
how many paving-stones? Times will tell when Samael is near And how many monikers more? And curse the dead ones, scattered in the sea, all you Christian
Holding me down in a mess an onholy wreck A lost way to be, lost in the of my own dripping blood I don't know what to expect I'm lost in this wreck Torn
Tradução: Terciopelo Cristo ácido. Terciopelo Pill (Mix cicatriz dentada).
