Hundreds of thousand of warriors march. Lies-hiding promises of great treasures. [Chorus]. Death is riding at their side. and grinding their cold steel.
I would like to state my vision,. Life was so unfair.. We live in our secure surroundings,. And people die out there.. . Bosnia, was so unkind,. Sarejevo, change my mind..
Finding solace. Finding solace somewhere. Seeking comfort. Seeking comfort somewhere. . Over and over. Over she calls. Over and over. Over she falls. .
I thought that he was insecure. But I don't think so anymore. Think about what you're living for. Now that you've opened up that door. . Be careful what you're wishin'.
This black hills gold is born of miners wages. This black hills gold comes from the darkest places. This black hills gold should serve as a reminder. This black hills gold should never leave your finger.
Eras vaqueano. Mas no eras vivaracho. Vivias num cortado. Num apertado barbicacho. Eras macanudo. Que testavilhou. J te digo, mano vio. Ela te sofrenou.
Superficial nature wearing thin. I can't seem to begin. What really do I see. When I stare back at me?. . As crushing time reveals my foe. Inheriting all woe.
I've done all I can on my own,. I've worked my fingers to the bone,. Now as I sit here all alone,. I wonder how, I wonder how I could have shown.... .
Can I make due for now, with a promise?. My wishing words, always go against your will.. Simple solutions, surely seem so senseless.. You muttle through past presents only to find a blur..
Can I make due for now, with a promise?. My wishing words, always go against your will.. Simple solutions, surely seem so senseless.. You muttle through past presents only to find a blur..
Hatred!. Invisible disease.. Your waste of skin hides your fear,. what a sorry excuse of a man.. . Racist!. You personify these words: pitiful, callow, alone..
Would you fuck yourself for money?. Would you kill me for my own good?. Would you slap your sister if she asked you to?. I've seen your work, I guess you would.
(3:48). I've been drinkin' the devil's milk. Smokin' memories made of silk. I grew up lived my life and died. I've been mentally crucified. I live in a pit of snakes.
Check check one two on the boom shot. Here's the one on the gun in the street spot. Little boyz in the hood far from L A.. Got the heat on the street.
Maybe I fly too much. Maybe you're high too much. I don't know, but I know. That I'm buggin'. Maybe I think too much. Think maybe you're out of touch.
Yeah it's a big world out there. and most of it is water.. So you better learn how to swim real good. or you should know how to fly this is motion. taking too long, like a bad song, fly to hong kong,.
Read between the lines. Our self respect has died. You've got me in a bind. I'll never be confined. . You make me, break me. And maybe it's draining. .
I've got a lot to prove, I mean to tell you. I've played the part of cool, that's what I sell you. . I listen good, I listen well. You're old and you have much to tell.
Black night, blackness. When I wanted you, how I haunted you. All to myself. One gift, one slip. Where you hiding at, who your aiming at. Won't kiss and tell.
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