Wild is the wind That strips away our sins Yours is the night but you You don't know where to begin But I heard you say you've got a feeling That it'
It's Funny How You Only See A Certain Side Of Me, For I Am Just A Man Encaged In Who I'm Supposed To Be Yes You Think You Know Me, But Just To What Degree
Vice President Fruitley Vice President Fruitley C'mon to where you need to go Vice President Fruitley I think you know where I'm goin' This song is all
Hey Mrs. Grossly...mistaken You old and weathered fallen angel how is it That you came To be here? Irresistibility played you...made You a fool Hey Mrs
[Incomprehensible] Bad menace, bloody taste Hold him in a vice like grip Disordered life, a rabid dog Blinded by deceit Abhorrence of the paltry and
0:25 Number nine out of eleven little littermates Rotten apples, all the way... Littermates, all with different fates... Taught them almost all I knew
Whatever the prophecy... Whatever prosperity... Heaven denied us it's kingdom Tell me where we've gone wrong Oh, fortitude, I do like you But I only
Mountains of molehills, a grapevine in my ear. Spots on the tiger while the townspeople gather to hear, while the nests in my hands starve for rest. Sticklers
We of blood frozen So thick it cannot thaw Joints lubricated By sweet alcohol Liver dissolving Eyelids but heavy sheets Ignorant bliss and The bloodshot
sweet sweet cocaine won't you be all mine heart'll pound my hands will shake i'm doin' mighty fine sweet sweet heroin won't you be all mine i don't want
Sweet, sweet cocaine Won't you be all mine Heart'll pound, my hands will shake I'm doin' mighty fine Sweet, sweet heroin Won't you be all mine I don'
[Tony Kakko] 0:25 Number nine out of eleven little littermates Rotten apples, all the way... Littermates, all with different fates... Taught them almost
mas a mi me hace falta besar tus lindos labios dicen que tu amor es un veneno muy malo, mas a mi no me importa aunque tu maldad me haga dano. Que digan
With halos proudly displayed our inner selves wear a Guilty face misplaced hedonic thoughts destroyed Hollow lies conceal our sins "no pleasure: only
Une vie naive de 10 ans Mere depressive, un pere absent Style dictateur au regard tranchant : "Qu'est-ce que tu as fils ? Dis que t'as peur !" Il dicte