Backstreet Boys. Miscellaneous. Nunca Te Hare Llorar (I'll Never Break Your Heart: Spanish). Mi vida, yo se que te han herido. Se que en este momento siestes.
I've been rapping for about seveteen years okay?. I don't write my stuff anymore I just kick it from my head you know what I'm sayin? I can do that.. No disrespect but that's how I am..
Restless spirits and wandering eyes. Will never be satisfied. Too much will never be enough. To fill that ache inside. Self indulgence is the mark of fools.
Talk to me. Won't you, please?. 'Cause I need more to believe in. Throw me deep. Smother me. Let me dip more. Let my feet in. . Won't you cover me?. Feel my cold.
Talk to me, you said, whats in your head?. Cant you see, I said, that Im alright.. Talk to me, you said, whats in your head?. Just nothing got better the way you said..
I hear your voice calling me, seducing me. To jump into the waters again. My body aches, restraining me, reminding me. Every time I drown in my shame.
,,Als Tristan and Isolde den Minnetrank getrunken,. vereinte die Macht der Liehe die beiden,. jeder wurde fr den anderen so durchsichtig. wie Spiegelglas..
Amara tanta tyri. pastos sycalos sycaliri. ellivoli scarras. polili posylique lyvarras..
Quam felices fuerint qui cum Christo. regnabunt, facie ad faciem. sic eum spectabunt,. sanctus, sanctus dominus. Sabaoth conclamabunt. sanctus, sanctus dominus.
Digital disbeliever. I can show you what you want to see. Digital disbeliever. Won't you open up your eyes to me?. . Well, I can make a brand new reality.
Never again. The smell of smoke it fills your lungs. Never again. Choking on the fear of darkness falls. Never to be held, never to be free. Never hear what they say and never fall for me.
searching gold you and me. just a reflection of insanity. digging for the wrong things. until we're old. like in the case of this fucking gold. we want to make the change.
searching gold you and me. just a reflection of insanity. . digging for the wrong things. until we're old. . like in the case of this fucking gold. . we want to make the change.
History of the world. Painted with blood. Every single page. A neverending chain of hate. Rattling bodies in the trench. Pyramids build out of corpses.
History of the world. Painted with blood. Every single page. A neverending chain of hate. Rattling bodies in the trench. Pyramids build out of corpses.
steelrose. without sense. glowing in red. scorching my hands. steelrose. restricted rights. scorched soul. my heart ignites. too much pain. too much utilize.
It's inside me and you. Covered with excuses. Hidden very good. I forgot where it was. . I never look at it too long. It attracts my interest. As soon as I focus.
You are thinking, turn around, you are feeling, turn around. And you are here, arent you? You hear me, dont flee. You feel yourself, you ask yourself, what is this?.
the sun rises every morning. but why are we so sure. I'm looking out of the window. empires (arise) and fall. we've been so long together. forgotten hopes and pleasure.