not everything Stone the simple man Make a mark on many at passing times Take a power trip crazy within due style Knowing something if not everything Stone the simple man Everything
Tradução: Suelo. Todo lo.
if not everything Stone the simple man Make a mark on many at passing times Take a power trip crazy within due style Knowing something if not everything Stone the simple man Everything
a holy wall of fire In the breath between the markers on some black I-80 mile From the madness of the governments to the vengeance of the sea Everything
eyes were wide and already open Just my night stand and my dresser Where those nightmares had just been So I dressed myself and left then out into the gray streets But everything
holy wall of fire in the breath between the markers on a black I-80 mile from the madness of the governments to the vengeance of the sea yeah everything
so short to tell by the wind and by time, by everything that flees A torment of my liking: exploring extremes All thoughts secluded as fear stalks its blooded soil
lose control, don't leave my side You've earned your wings and you will never die The structure falls They circle our foundation As the soil cracks And everything
hard to catch my breath. 's back to ash, now, you've had your flash boy The rocks, in time, compress your blood to oil, your flesh to coal, enrich the soil
Hadn't you heard? Yes we're happy as fish, and gorgeous as geese, and wonderfully clean in the morning. We've got everything, we're growing everything
or not, like what you got, You're under the soil (the soil, the soil), Yes, deep in the soil (the soil, the soil, the soil!). So we'll end with a whistle
other, out of control we remain There is a mystery, we're facing a sight to behold This is what we make of the world, we throw everything away The way
: In the arms of rimed soil, lies the autumns last withered leaf Land now bare and naed, awaits it's snowy sheet And as the light still lingers, painting
Blood and soil, break and boil, a human being down till he's nothing but his DNA. Society, what that means is: your freedom is illusory and everything
. I hear my words tremble as i call your name ever so gently in a black obsession. My blood shall flow throughout the land, Carving scripts into the soil
his arm cursed thru the night thru eyes of alarm A melody black flowed out of my breath searching for death but bodies need rest body Under the soil now
rose for my soiled life. Reliving our moments over again, consumes my every day. No more can I keep going on with this guilt, You've taken everything
