is closed There?s always someone who knows But no medicine will take away the pain this time (No medicine) And no medicine will hide me from the pain inside (No medicine) And no medicine
Prevod: Sense Field. Št Medicine.
we're meant to be If the grains sift coarsely through the hour glass And collect like their victims in the bowl The ungodly force of change erodes all sense
to send trends of frenzy, In to forensics And then medics get hit Lips spread like books of Dianetics I'm a credit to my field of study I, I kneel to
Dang, he caught Whittaker Mmm hmm He caught Whittaker a long time ago Mike got touched Then Mike got touched by Holy field Holy field, yeah, word up
...Alphabetic diagram... ...Of the gross exam... Medical examiners are detectives, who forensically sift through a body of evidence It's rarely simple
stay aboard, word I'm flexin', hittin' you in the mid-section Drop for protection, cuttin' you clean like a 'C' section I puts it down in my field,
re meant to be. Oh the grains sift coarsely through the hour glass and collect like their victims in the bowl. The ungodly force of change erodes all sense
m flexin' hittin' you in the mid-section Drop for protection. Cuttin' you clean like a "C" section I puts it down in my field. I sport a vest no need
