you my lifeline Feed you some good If I could wake you A moment I would Share you my lifeline Feed you some (good) I'm worried for you But you not for
t you come on with me? You see your world in a drift fly past? So good the feeling, you want to last I?m not going with you Will you come on with me
Share you my lifeline Feed you some good If I could wake you A moment I would Share you my lifeline Feed you some (good) I'm worried for you But you
Tradução: Locura. ¿Vienes.
Tradução: Locura. ¿Vas a venir conmigo.
we are, now people get ready" electric clowns for riot and fury "here we are, now people get ready" this is a terrorism act therapeutic madness session
from decay Facing your goggle eyes Who do you think you are To think you're off a better class? Who do you think you are TO expect us to kiss your ass
behind Your eyes are the gate... [Chorus] [Solo] [Chorus] [Chorus] ...Take a look into the book of fantasy and poetry and you will see... What you can feel is everything you
for you to save your smile. ...Take a look into the book of fantasy and poetry and you will see: What you can feel is everything you need to heal
G. Frey) You scare me a bit, but that's all right you know when I want you most every night And I've been meaning to tell you baby that it makes no sense
not come back You stand on the edge of the world your life will be torn into pieces The hammer is falling the world is not waiting for you hey you think
hold ya back Some are white, but most are black Goin' out like that makes me laugh But they all can kiss the crack of my ass And you know and I know
me from here? Can you see me, hoe? Picture me rollin And all you punk police -- can you see me? Am I clear to you? Picture me rollin nigga, legit Free
: Turn it up in my head phones (Coming to a ghetto near you, street fame) More Haha, coming to a ghetto near you, [Verse One] I wasn't mad until
me from here? Can you see me, hoe? Picture me rollin And all you punk police -- can you see me? Am I clear to you? Picture me rollin nigga, legit
will you challenge me Through the shadows cold and bare where morrow's hope yet fades, Through this madness grown out of pain where dreams are turned
eat you up - and spit you out Like a pack of wolves on the hunt We are the kings of madness We are the sons of evil Burning down every house We are
