The last resort, I'm out of trust I wanna leave and I wanna love The night is cold, my brain is fucked I promise I won't fall or lose Gimme your
so many lies? In the morning after Nothing really matters Saint fire, call your flame From the mountain Saint fire, light the way Burn the darkness Saint fire
Tradução: La Sainte-Catherine. Anillo de Fuego \u003d 4 puntos.
With so many lies? In the morning after Nothing really matters Saint fire, call your flame From the mountain Saint fire, light the way Burn the darkness Saint fire
The last resort, I'm out of trust I wanna leave and I wanna love The night is cold, my brain is fucked I promise I won't fall or lose Gimme your hand
can put a good strain But a friend you call best, but yes it could bring Out of the worst in every person, even the good saint Though we were cursed,
are not yours, it was his Right before you blacked out, took that blow In September, you can't remember You ripped his nose ring Right out his nose Before
to the list. (When I arrive will God be waiting and pacing around his throne? Will he feel a little Old Testament? And will he celebrate with fire and
ring Smashed the nigga in the head with a porcelain vase Shots ricochet like lightning roads Put the bimbo in arms The drapes caught on fire, with no
this thing, like in a minute, I won't feel a thing The two cats jumped in the blue AT I fired one shot, they fired two back They murked off in the
run with fire It?s my heart?s desire Lifting Your love higher In the history of our faith?s arrivals Great awakenings, Welsh revivals Saints and martyrs
Hold tight, one day morning wake up yawning Break an egg, bust my head, maybe it's a warning Ring on the bell says it's half past eight Keys in my tea
there was two Mexican woman Ran over the hills ripped off their skin and ate it up Leave the town for the children, lay their skin across the fire Leave their rings
baby. Dream now, my bouncing baby boy. Sleep tight, my baby. Goodnight, my baby, goodnight. The fire will roar. The bells will ring. Goodnight, my baby
In my reckless lifelong rambling I saw a man break one day Such a saint, he only lived on paint He only spoke in prose Gave his life to save his soul
feel her, I see her, the sun caught in raven hair Is blazing in me out of all control Verbo et opere (In word and deed) Like fire, Hellfire This fire
town There was only music that kept my feet on the ground I still miss the hand that feeds But it's all good, I feel the beat The ring of fire, the
