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
Dead Poetic - Paralytic | Текст Иностранной Песни
Paint the lines on perfect eyes That circle the object Of my sincere affection My undivided attention Lie where you won't see Yourself in that way And
Dead Poetic - New Medicines | Текст Иностранной Песни
These are the words that tear you apart And these are the words that take you away And these are just words, they'll tear you apart When no one here will say what needs to
Dead Poetic - Motorcycle (Left With Nothing/Long Forgotten/When It's Gone) | Текст Иностранной Песни
Feeling low, like I'm ready crack and slowly moving from bending to breaking. I stay diluted to avoid the pain, but I give her more than she can take. I'm only killing the
Dead Poetic - Animals | Текст Иностранной Песни
Take these animals again And wrap your ropes around them Let the demon take you in And tell us stories about him I will follow you Take these animals again
Dead Poetic - Stereo Child | Текст Иностранной Песни
Your tradition, I'm getting so sick of creating Your tradition, this music to please you Your tradition, the way it used to be Your tradition is the very thing that blinds
Dead Poetic - August Winterman | Текст Иностранной Песни
And if I could teach the world to be I'd teach them all to be something just like me Frustrated, bitter, depressing Perfect, as if my wings were like yours