A bout de larmes. A bout de forces. Il faut toujours tenir. Abattre l'arme. Abattre l'ordre. Il faut toujours subir. A bout d'arbres. A bout d'ozone. Il faut toujours tenir.
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[Music: Dave Garcia]. [Lyrics: Sean Peck]. . Since the dawn of time man has looked to the stars for the answers,. Future and fate are foretold from the signs of the Sun and Moon,.
[Music: Dave Garcia]. [Lyrics: Sean Peck]. . You try and invade my life,. You think you're my fucking wife. My back is holding your knife,. I have a few things to say.
I'd rather be left alone in you can't confide. You've made your. intentions know you suffocate my mind. There's nothing to fear. there's no need to hide cause the pain that I feel keeps on growing.
I'm an anarchist, no wait, I'm an Antichrist. Couldn't find a third six of my scalp so I used a knife. Scratched it in, I'm wasted, getting trashed again.
(Ana Nomaly, one two three four). . You turned out to be just a little cynical. Impolite and, oh, most of all. You can swear,. my girl, everywhere you go I'll be.
While being down for all them acid years. I'm spoiled but unafflicted by TV. I'm gonna wait some more. I'm gonna wait some more. . I'll bring you down so unefficiently.
The image of God invisible. The first born of all life. Before and within. He holds it all in. One name, one faith, one Christ. . No one is good enough.
(Oh) Like April Showers on the slick cement. When I consider how our light is spent. Keeping the candles inside the cathedrals. Hold on tight, Don't go into the night.
Si j'ai bien toute ma mmoire. Disait Dieu dans un coin du ciel. J'avais commenc une histoire. Sur une plante nouvelle, toute bleue. Bleue, pour ne pas qu'on la confonde.
Tu voudrais qu'elle t'aime. T'as chang tes manires,. Tu prends des allures mondaines,. Tu racontes seulement. Tes voyages en premire,. En premire.. Tu veux qu'elle t'estime,.
Is this what you think of me, so hollow?. Seems to take the place of things left behind. Is this what becomes of us, never to be defined. Thoughts still left unsaid and.
As the deer panteth for the water. So my soul longeth after thee. You alone are my heart's desire. And I long to worship thee. . You alone are my strength, my shield.