There's a voice in my head, telling me why I should hate you But I hate myself instead There's a pair of dead eyes in the mirror looking back at me I
Psychological You've got a problem With the reason why An asymmetric haircut And a painted eye It's psychological Psychological Is it a cry for help
What's wrong with him? He looks dead. Abbraccio la morte, perche e un dono. Lascia andare la vita. Abbandona questo tempo. Niente piu sofferenza.
When it stops when it fades When the bodies have all hit the ground I'll be there at a funeral for a friend When it's done when it's over When the buildings
I-----I got a feeling, deeper emotion I'm not the only one- So cut the pain until its gone- Time----where have you gone now, seems just like yesterday
I'd do anything for you - girl you know it's true All the beauty you see before your eyes - Are lies So let's stop pretending - we're still alive You
The icebox is locked and I can't cool down It's Louisiana hot - old dog in a new town Round midnight why can't the light be found Got me poundin' on
Ticker tape parades Embalmed in napalm A struggle for power In the belly of the beast Disneyland debutantes Table dance for dollars While Silicone
Bear your fangs -- To show you're in the mood I've got your innocence -- Hanging from a noose Now's the time to set things clear Oh my love -- Come over
Crawled across this glass, slept on these nails Dissapointment never fails These blood shot eyes focus on your flaws Now reach for the shortest straw
There's a voice in my head telling me why I should hate you, But I hate myself instead. There's a pair of dead eyes in the mirror looking back at me.
The city freed the man in me Came to call, down the street With no intentions There's no use in begging for A crucifux, An altar boy There's no
Vertaling: Bayside. Alkohol en Alter Boys.
My love is my rock in the long, low, weary land Yes my love is my rock in the long, low, weary land None of this moves me, I should be weeping but
conversations, tryna duck the years that he facin' Better yet gonna get me facin', 'cause we know he's the back Bone, if ya crush the bone, ya alter
one thirty Im no early birdy i'm working da nine to five (So you gotta...do...sum...ite... for...channel...u Channel who sorry who im altered for snooze
the past So she got into R&B hip-house bass and jazz Now black music is black music and it's all good I wasn't salty, she was with the boys in the hood
