I've been livin' in the right lane. Keepin' my speed a steady pace. I've been tryin' to do the best thing. Goin' a little slow, but staying in the race.
Cuando Robinson abrió los ojos. y vio que estaba solo en una isla,. en su pequenio y solitario pedazo de tierra,. abrió los brazos hacia Dios. y se quedó mirando al cielo..
Yo s que an no me conoces,. Que soy un poco tmido al buscarte,. Que alguna vez me viste,. Y hasta me sonreste,. Pero tal vez fue slo un gesto amable..
Yo s que an no me conoces,. Que soy un poco tmido al buscarte,. Que alguna vez me viste,. Y hasta me sonreste,. Pero tal vez fue slo un gesto amable..
A veces pienso que ya te he olvidado. Que ya lo nuestro se ha quedado atrs. Y justo cuando pienso que te he borrado. Cierro mis ojos y de nuevo ests. .
Ouch. Nothing hurts more than nothing. I'm numb. It all feels the same now that it's different. . Just once is all it takes to take away. The life of something you hate.
It comes right from the start. And it will rip your world apart. Because you never understand what's going on. It comes right from the start. And it will shred your heart apart.
I know a girl who said. "Life's too short to be sad". Well it means nothing. If it's too short to be happy. . We got a forest in the city. Things are different when you're high.
Michael Card. Seems the sorrow untold, as you look down the road. At the clamoring crowd drawing near. Feel the heat of the day, as you look down the way.
It's getting late. The sun is saying. Goodbye to the night. And letting a brand new day in. Its warming up. Let it shine through you. Come and fill your cup.
Quatre consonnes et trois voyelles c'est le prnom de Raphal,. Je le murmure mon oreille et chaque lettre m'merveille,. C'est le trma qui m'ensorcelle dans le prnom de Raphal,.
Miasmic fungus infests the small intestine. Vitriolic juices burn through the stomach wall. Bursting carcinosis as chylase melts your guts. Crepitating neoplasm erupts with gore....
Now can you smell the rot?. As opportunity knocks the foul stench of success. This carcass in decay, well past it's sell-by date. This time the fall comes before the pride.
(Music: Steer). (Lyrics: Walker). Don't claim to be a prophet. Don't claim to read the stars. But I can see a future. Mapped out in scars. Look to the skies.
Coughing up a mixture. Of mucus, phlegm and bile. The sordid sight of burning flesh. Your stomach is reviled. . Spew up your sanguined guts. In your wooden box.
Snorting the stench of latent effluvium. And maturing damp fumes. This foul menage forces tears to your eyes. As the corpse's gas are exhumed. . Intoxicated by foul body odors.
(Music: Walker). (Lyrics: Walker). Hands in another's pocket. The bed they make. Is not the one in which they lie. The same old faces. The same old establishment.
It starts with a broken heart. And your world falls apart. That's when your crying. When you start to go numb. And you don't want to be done. But there's no trying.
I'm on a roll. And I know where I've been. Heart and soul. Got traded again. . Moments of fashion not meant to stay. I live in the past like it was yesterday.
Raise your family of ghosts and spirits, Sir, we really need to drink from your wine. And yes, your skeletons in the closets (might I bring a few of mine?)..