I don't know anything I don't know anything I don't know anything I don't know who I am I don't know anything I don't know anything I don't know anything
So much blood I'm starting to drown Runs from cold to colder Time to time the sky's come down To help me lose my way Tears and lies for answers You and
Do the laughs die when One such as I run And allow myself Time for own true needs When convincing me That you're on my team May not lie to me But not
My pain is self-chosen, at least so The Prophet says I could either burn or cut off my pride and buy some time A head full of lies is the weight, tied
Lifeless dead, that unclean bed, till or when her hunger's fed How he'd wished that they would wed I promise on our love she said Promises were never
standing above Claiming unconditional love Above I'm above Over you I'm standing above Claiming unconditional love Above I'm above Over you I'm standing above Claiming unconditional love Above
Artificial red, smoke, poison consumed In the house of ill repute Is this the place I search for love When my need is within me, a gift from above?
Wake up young man, it's time to wake up Your love affair has got to go For ten long years, for ten long years The leaves to rake up Slow suicide's no
Tradução: Mad Season. Estoy por encima de.
: Once I rose above the noise and confusion Just to get a glimpse beyond the illusion I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high Though my eyes could
wind hung wet around my neck My head it rung with screams and groans From the night I spent amongst her bones I passed beside the mission house Where that mad
: (Kerry Livgren) (Chorus) Once I rose above the noise and confusion Just to get a glimpse beyond the illusion I was soaring ever higher, but I flew
originally by Kansas] Carry on my wayward son There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry no more Once I rose above
world-wide trips And my dick's been sucked by the finest lips Stand to tell the contestants, in the world's best repressment But none of the above compare
we touch down you crown renowned kings [Verse two: Method Man] There's no honor amongst theives, street pharmaceutical Stack like Genovese, the four devil tempt mad
