let this die My intellect bund My will amputated It's a sweet little need Your need to be hated Ugly, drugged and fevered By bitterness warped Your beauty
't let this die My intellect bund My will amputated It's a sweet little need Your need to be hated Ugly, drugged and fevered By bitterness warped Your beauty
Vertaling: By die hekke. Die Beautiful Wond.
walkin with hits on the grills Late night at the spot, posted with goons, dope and balloons Coke and the doom, scheme; I'll leave you open with wounds
Music: Alf/Anders/AT THE GATES Lyrics: Tomas [eehhharghh] Slit open the skies and let out my stars The night dies inside me, she's got ways to make me
have sealed your wounds The flowers slowly decay In pain I see the falling rain drops As they cover my naked flesh At the gates of teh ancient light
with hits on the grills Late night at the spot, posted with goons, dope and balloons Coke and the doom, you scheme? I'll leave you open with wounds, nigga
more niggas at their peaks than a mountain do Maintenance at the Fontainebleau's all they're amounting to Rip ya to bits for the sake of counting you, leave ya wound
shallow You led by example Your life was the blueprint I was supposed to go follow Back to fishing due to the fact you missing At a crossroads 'cause at
