Letras:
Crash Of Hope And Despair

inside my head Years and years of Bloodshed and warfare Our mission was only to get in and kill A free vacation Of palm trees and shrapnel Trading innocence

low It's like a competition, this mission here I'm tellin you Slip up and rhyme-ass niggas here is fellin you Crash courses, slow down you can't learn

thread of of hope I was swinging from a lonely little rope Made from my apathy Grieve on Zevon, war and peace I was waiting for my turn to crash and

is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence, of blue and grey. Strange, we ran down desperate streets and

We can build an ocean Of hope despair to drown Sail upon the waves a crashing Devils to the ground I'll follow you to fires of hell And cast my soul

of the wiles of the snake-in-the-grass And the fate of the maiden who topes, She lowered her standards by raising her glass, Her courage, her eyes and his hopes

flesh, A twisted queen; "Sleep with me and work the loins The mind will stray, yield of life" [X. The Age Of Confusion: Reason] And as the orgies all fade And

is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence. Of blue and grey. Strange, we ran down desperate streets and

We can build an ocean of hope despair to drown Sail upon the waves a crashing Devils to the ground I?ll follow you to fires of hell And cast my soul