T no sangue, t na raa, t no corao. Pede a bola, ergue a taa, sente a vibrao. Se ela pinta na rea. toda cheia de graa. Eu miro o canho e profano a bagaa.
The price leaves me feeling empty. A rusted inside, a broken frown. The clock is real, make a deal, risk another hand. Time is now and the payment is my sin.
I can see it your eyes, why you're here tonight. Looking for that something sacred you'll never find. And you know there must be some way to wash away the pain.
She just cares about getting high. Maybe she thinks she can fly. . Cherry is flying. Tomorrow dying. . Never knowing when to stop. She would die for another shot.
I don't wanna hurt myself. I don't wanna stop. And I can feel my fingers freeze. Just in time. In time. I don't need no sympathy. I don't need no star.
No, don't wanna. Bring you down. It's lurking all around. Nobody knows what lies. Behind the door. All that I've seen. I can't take it anymore. . Living and dying, loving.
Right now, here I am, understand. With this comes frustration. . A better way to follow through, I'm far from done. The truth is right there in front of you.
I should have known she was a pyro. She really loves to light the fire. . She loves to watch it burn. Turns on when. the pretty flames destroy. Her little boy melting all his hopes.
It was dark. On that road to heaven. As she watched. A thousand cars go by. She stood. In that dirty alley. Her face. Staring at the light. She hangs around.
No looser. No winner. The search. Has just begun. You got to. Remember. Don't ever. Surrender. . You have to be strong. Strong enough to face your own reality.
I got two bloody knees and a brand new scar. So come along son as we guess how far. Well, I took it the first time. This time there won't be a next time.
I fell the time is coming. I walking to the night Oohh!. I don't mind if the clock is turning. I going to the other side. You are go die or you keep on burning...Alive.
Sitting here looking at the fire. My life passes before my eyes. I feel so tired I could die. . As the night sky falls upon me. I think of everything I love.
The words you used were mine. You used a thousand times. Doesn't make them what I've bled. I hated you, I loathed you. Though felt, I never let the words begin to spill.
You're just the blood in my hand. You mean nothin', man. You're just the blood in my hand. You mean nothin', man, man, man. You're just the blood, blood.
This life reminds me of a carousel. Going all the way round. And we think it's swell, don't we?. Even plastic horses get put down. And hey, we all gotta hit the ground.