Dead Poetic - Bliss Tearing Eyes | Текст Иностранной Песни
'Cause you bleed all the time The pieces of a broken heart are wasted time And I can't forgive myself for all the things I've done But you, you do Bleed
Dead Poetic - Copy Of A Copy | Текст Иностранной Песни
She told me don't let them in You're a copy of a copy She told me don't come again This is awful, this is all wrong Now I feel it coming back again
Dead Poetic - Cannibal Vs. Cunning | Текст Иностранной Песни
Im the [Incomprehensible] that reminds you of your blessing And I'm reaper that takes them away To a place where they can lay there And wilt and rot away Leave it
Dead Poetic - Narcotic | Текст Иностранной Песни
You sure sold your soul for an ounce of attention Gaining the world and demanding affection Will you ever be pleased with your own skin? Will you ever refuse what they're
Dead Poetic - Glass In The Trees | Текст Иностранной Песни
I don't wanna come back here, to this place It's a cold that only comes from blaming yourself for two decades wasted And I don't wanna come back here, to this place
Dead Poetic - Pretty Pretty | Текст Иностранной Песни
Pretty, pretty, she looks so needy Shes calm in the face But shes never forgetting every other time Ive been Angry, raging, clenched up hands But I know better than to mix
Dead Poetic - Arlington Arms | Текст Иностранной Песни
I watch the walls fall down on Suburbia Land of the free, home of the self-enslaved On you, on you, on you, on you I watched them bleed, I watched them fall to their
Dead Poetic - The Dreamclub Murders | Текст Иностранной Песни
So after all, you needed more than a death threat fall You needed more, and I let you fall Into the coffin with your floor-dropped jaw And I remember you aspiration, your dream
Dead Poetic - Taste The Red Hands | Текст Иностранной Песни
Let it burn in your eyes, your cover is blown this time and you know But you know this was gonna happen and you could taste the red hands And like the flies, you'll eat the worst
Dead Poetic - Sinless City | Текст Иностранной Песни
In this sinless city, we wear calluses on our hands From empty vain hand-shaking, we see the guilt has rise again And all will fall with or without our good will So we fool them