a bittersweet ditty About an ex-girlfriend But why bother with painful memories? Why tear out my heart for all the world to see? Why not paint by number
Tradução: Auto. Pintura por números.
was it worth this And then it got me thinkin' cause I love this Stay down and it'll work ya self at time don't be a slave by these choices in life Everybody
the prize that was promised by all those fairy tales that drugged us. And they still do me, I'm sick, lonely, no laurel tree, just green envy. Will my number
the youngest of the family is moving with authority. Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside. The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by
: End of passion play, crumbling away I'm your source of self-destruction Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear Leading on your death's
we doing? Foolin ourself, clownin ourself, playin ourself By not bein ourself We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat Nimrod by the time
provided through sparks of energy from the mind that travels in rhyme form Givin sight to the blind The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum Death only one can save self
't make it Yo, in the housing, thousands seen early graves Victims of wordly ways, memories stays engraved All my live brothers, is locked down with high numbers
just how far things had gone. So I sat there alone in my palace of pain and I was just numb from the alcohol and the drugs but equally as intoxicated by
: (Metallica cover) End of passion play, crumbling away I'm your source of self-destruction Veins that pump with fear, sucking dark is clear Leading
: End of passion play, crumbling away I'm your source of self-destruction Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear Feeding on your death's construction
the Alkaholik family, yo Rule Number One Always be aware of your surroundings And peep all exits Stay and move to the next shit Rule Number Two Love
A bittersweet ditty 'bout an ex-girlfriend So why bother with painful memories? Why tear out my heart for all the world to see? Why not paint by number
you reward. Then they hate you again, then they hate you again They buy God they sell God, I'm numb Baby Jesus Love Dolls, Everybody wants one They rob God, create God I'm numb
