ever realize, you got a heart and feelings too People turn their heads whenever you walk by Because they believe you live a life without sense Life without sense, life without sense
ever realize, you got a heart and feelings too peopler turn their heads whenever you walk by because they believe you live a life without sense life without sense life without sense
ever realize You got a heart and feelings too People turn their heads Whenever you walk by Because they believe You live a life without sense Life without sense Life without sense
Tradução: Destrucción. La vida sin sentido.
your sin blood a run down from your garment dollar bills without no sense and your only reference destruction to your soul employment the purpose of your life
but my crazy words make sense I'll split every pound of your body into six pence I'm sick of simple similes about The Sixth Sense I'll leave your body
bringer of destruction. She said, "Darling, I love you madly." Like teeth-stained cheeks behind your shattered window, Praying for a song to save her life
: Barefoot under a divine mandate, against every sign of life, Void minds with some bullets and grenades, Open fire to a naked dead world As you
musician discuss the future of music from anything other than a consumer point of view? These few people make decisions for the bulk of us, without consulting
very pretty and I would often wonder, bordering on complete confusion, how a person of this description could rationalise life. This was a series of characteristics that many times in my life
a bringer of destruction She said darling I love you madly Black tear stained cheeks behind her shattered window Praying for a song to save her life
, it was god, except the word, friend. then everything that was made was m Y him. without him, would nothin?begin, existence. innermost life, and the life was life
life of your prime When faced with the final judgment of today Who profited from the game That you and your niggas play Radical man, save a life Come
make sense(je suis fous = i am mad) I'll split every pound of your body into six pence I'm sick of simple similes about The Sixth Sense I'll leave your
sides for your beautiful eyes Let him be you through your beautiful cries Let him hold you up so you can touch affordable skies Live your life just like a dream Without
