Death - Empty words
Tekst :
Ashes and promises share a bond
Through the winds of change
Words are blown away
When visions that should be
Are tattooed in your mind
The power to let go
Is sometimes hard to find
The answer cannot be found
In the writing of others
Or the words of a trained mind
In a precious world of memories
We find ourselves confined
Claws so razor sharp
Ripping at the spirit
Promises a potential to hurt
Is anything real?
When forever is to be until
Deep inside, in the world of empty words...
No escaping from those haunting
empty words...
Do you ever feel it?
A craving that is so strong
To by thought rewind in order to find
Expectations that shined through the doubt
That soon would turn into the price
Of what a word will be worth
When tomorrow comes
To be and we are left
Standing on our own-
And seeing what is real...
The answer cannot be found
In the writing of others
Or the words of a trained mind
In a precious world of memories
We find ourselves confined
Claws so razor sharp
Ripping at the spirit
Promises a potential to hurt
Is anything real?
When forever is to be until
Deep inside, in the world of empty words...
No escaping from those haunting
empty words...
Inne utwory
A moment of clarity Spirit crusher Perennial quest Primitive ways Living monstrosity Destiny Painkiller Zero tolerance Torn to pieces Pull the plug Bite the pain 1,000 Eyes Suicide machine Scavenger of human sorrow Forgotten past Sacrificial Born dead Losowe utwory
Idź na całość raz
Aż tchu będzie brak
Pękać strunom daj gdy zdobywasz świat
Kradnij nocą sen i ubierz się w grzech
Upuść jedną z łez a sznur pereł nieś
Pokaż na co tak naprawdę stać cię kochanie
Przecież duszę, ciało i wszystko...
I heard you went to France
Did you walk along the Seine
Watched lovers hand in hand
Did you softly call my name
When you sat on a bench
After Tuilleries
Remember I spoke french
Did you have a nick for me...
Come on everyboy
come on take your shoes off
feel the teennage freedom
feel it all around you
Take you body feel the beat
take your shoes off as we speak
we love our teenage lifes
disco feaver never dies
Baby you re my freak once in a week
we gettin kind of deep in my 86 jeep
I don t play no tricks you know the bomb ticks
the only style I play is my self-made hits
and it kicks like that yo it really does
was it number one hell...
Ref.: x2
Czy zajdzie zmiana
Sprawa rozpatrywana
Ekstra presja wywierana
Choćby ty coś zmień
Czekaj na ten dzień
[Fu]
I od nowa, następna tragedia
Raj na ziemi to przykrywka, brednia
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Że natura ludzka...