[solo: Martin] and death lay in my arms as colors fade from gold to gray gray now broken my foolishness displayed hands tight around her throat this
Vertaling: All That Remains. En die Dood In My Arms.
: [solo: Martin] and death lay in my arms as colors fade from gold to gray gray now broken my foolishness displayed hands tight around her throat this
say my prayers I wrap you around all of my thoughts Boy you're my temporary high I wish that when I wake up you're there To wrap your arms around me for real And
for that Apologize to my fam, I got you all dressing in black (I hear ya) A long line family and friends they signing in My niece singing solo organs and
say my prayers I wrap you around all of my thoughts Boy you my temporary high I wish that when I wake up you?re there So wrap your arms around me for real and
deal And fuck all the fakes Fuck all 52 states, oooh And fuck... (Buzz) Well, that sound means that your time is out Ladies and gentlemen of the audience
there's no heaven ...I believe we all have our personal Hell and don't be scared, take death with open arms and you'll feel so warm and peacefull...
And everything we got we bought (We bought) And real niggaz still shine in the dark (Still shine in the dark yea) And thats the only way we get down (We get down) And thats
Aiyo, what the fuck? Y'all thought this was a game? Y'all better "back the fuck up/bacdafucup" Onyx is coming through They the ones that started that
hopes that maybe i'll get a chance to see you when i close my eyes i'm going out of my head lost in a fairytale can you hold my hands and be my guide
Memories sharp as daggers Pierce into the flesh of today Suicide of love took away all that matters And buried the remains in an unmarked grave in your
city still bleeds I'm going to love it to death and keep planting my seeds I'm going to love it to death and keep an eye on the seeds I'll be in love
remains Then I reincarnate 'em and kill 'em again Again and again, again and again (Canibus): Yo, yoa?¦. Yo we started to battle with a grapple That
tip my verbal lateral grip Keeps my tongue glued to the A-Dat when I'm trackin' 'em swift Let my spit lubricate the chap on my lips And make you rappers
