Tradução: Espinas, El. Existencia.
substance of your soul Demanding every second Of your prying attention In the continual search For the methods to reveal The ultimate secrets Of existence
: Temptation to exist Give me another kiss Tell me how you love me A mesmerizing kiss That I can't resist Say I'm the way you want me So I can breathe
my mind The thorns in my head She has no mountain to be climbed No faults to regret I never count on yesterday Because the past may not exist I'll never
s flower garden In my vertigo, in my dizziness In my drunken haze Whirling and dancing like a spinning wheel I saw myself as the source of existence
murderer, I'm in control. Living a lie, make you pay at all cost for this, love sick Bullshit, bring it. Decisions making themselves, I don't need you, thorns
gardens, almost a labyrinth, walled in by ruins and rocks ivy-clad, perhaps this strange place had once been a palace, where now viole(n)t bushes bear dark thorns
You can't turn back On the edge of darkness You're trapped, you're gagged, you're silent Staring at the illness That fills your world Balance of existence
hungry clouds swag on the deep, once meek, and in a perilous path, the just man kept his course along the vale of death. Roses are planted where thorns
: [THE GODHEAD:] I am the Master of this World of Ours You are a Thorn in my side I am the Rock upon which you will break Freedom or Death, you decide
's flower garden In my vertigo, in my dizziness In my drunken haze Whirling and dancing like a spinning wheel I saw myself as the source of existence
same chapter Knew what they had to do For centuries Human beings have pursued the meaning of Atlantis Central to their teaching is that it's existence
Temptation to exist Give me another kiss Tell me how you love me A mesmerizing kiss That I can't resist Say I'm the way you want me So I can breathe your
existing. and i guarantee that pretty soon you're gonna see that things aren't half as good or as bad as they used to seem now that you're a thorn in
something else, such a place exists and resides in the solitude of a heart. Such a place exists beneath a tangled mesh of thorns. So take a flame to
'round? Existence is pure pantomime Why is life such a puzzle sometimes? Trapped in a world I no longer feel part of Each day is a thorn in my side
round? Existence is pure pantomime Why is life such a puzzle sometimes? Trapped in a world I no longer feel part of Each day is a thorn in my side Though
