Twisting limbs until they break Contortions wrenching pain Joints are hyper extended opposite Fibrous tendons snap Bent backwards and broken Hateful
El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta El viento de la noche gira en el cielo Oir la noche inmensa, mas inmensa sin ella. Y el verso cae al alma
I'm no angel, its been said. Stone at the bottom of the river bed. Falling slowly, shallow breath. Broken and bent. Broken and bent. I've caused all
I've got a good woman at home, who thinks I do no wrong But sometimes Lord she just ain't always around And you know that's when I fall, I can't help
Well, I don't claim to know everything But some things aren't hard to figure out I can tell your love for me has been fading And I know what you want
[Music: Tore Ostby] [Lyrics: Tore Ostby] Tears falling from the sky Cold winds make the fade leaves fly Sadness and sorrow is filling the air Crying
I just come into this bar to have a quick one maybe give the bowling game a whirl Well you sat down next to me and in a minute I could see That you're
Writer(s): getzov/frank You don't laugh anymore, when we're alone You don't talk quite as long, when we're on the phone You say that you, still love
No me hables de amor Deja que expulse hoy mi rencor Tu fuiste una vez Alguien que quise y tambien odie Mirame a mi Mis ojos se van cerrando Se van cerrando
Khensu Neter Hetef. Who Possesseth Absolute Domninion over the Evil Spirits that Infest the Earth and Sky. He of the Silence of the Moon. Giver of Oracles
Girl I got your letter telling me you're coming home tonight The lines were sweet and tender signed with all your love Pretty words to make me feel
Well I can say I love you or I wish wish that you were dead. And you'd sit there smiling at me laughing off your head. Oh I keep talking you keep listening
stagnant lives all kept in place by those who say 9-5 makes them stronger they say the same shit everyday they don't even know their names forgotten
I come aboard I sing a lament The world isn't round It's Twisted and Bent But to face doom in a sock-stenched room all by myself
I know everybody realizes that a man works Better when he works out of his own band Can you understand that? I can understand that Woah, yeah, yeah Something
No me hables de amor, deja que expulse hoy mi rencor, tu fuistes una vez, alguien que quise y tambien odie. Mirame a mi, mis ojos se van cerrando, se
Si, lo so: per te dovrei cantare l'appassionata, l'appassionata, l'appassionata-aaaa! E per te dovrei sempre recitare la comme, la comme, la commedia
I've got a good woman at home who thinks I do no wrong But sometimes lord, she just ain't always around And you know that's when I fall, I can't help