Letras:
Macca

: Let no one be themselves Turn of the century lies Not within the others Turn on the wretchful eye The blindness ends tonight Shelter for the shattered

: There is no real way out, no I'm still in here fighting I've never been losing forever, destroying myself in spite Grid my teeth Breaking myself I

: Mon pays n?a pas de nom il est le votre aussi Qui danse au sommet des arbres Comme la vie dispersee sous le soleil Mon pays, tout ce que je ne vois

: Well he never bleeds and he never fucks And he never leaves cause he's got bad luck Well he never reads (reaks) and he never rusts And he never

: It was on the rotating eyes It was all on the same postcard It was all on the same damn shirt Said to sleep in the same Sear's camp house It was all

: Screaming at the sun I t have spilled a little moonshine on my head Didn't have to run, but there was no one left behind 'cept for the dead I didn

: All the Holocaust deniers To a bathhouse warm and quiet Complimentary soap, complimentary haircut And gas them up until they know that All the ink

: They can make things worse for me Sometimes I'd rather die They can tell me lots of things But I can't see eye to eye Well, I know they know the

: Let me in Let me walk with you Let me feel All the things you do Let me touch All that you have seen Take my hand Don't you trust in me Let me grab