Käännös: Pieni Sins. Lähetystyöhön.
My friend's on a mission, He;s gonna make 'em pay, But it's all just for nothing, He'll do it anyway, I don't care where you go, You shouldn't be afraid
Haters they hate, they wanna see me in a box But my bulletproof vests, they protecting my chest Life ain't nothing but a test, it's a big ol' mess My
luck, I need a best friend I need a rough dog, I need a mountain I need some new clothes, a tv, a cause A trip to nirvana, a thrill of applause I need a
I miss the evenings the small talk that we had I miss your presence the good things and the bad I smell the morning air the colours of the dawn Things
a soldier for god But as soon as I used my own thoughts I kinda got lost in a small called reality Where hell is a falacy And heaven is a fantasy created
in the mist In the struggle, went through circumstances Arrested every day just to prove a point to a friend Even then, accidents are prone to happen to any man A
stopped Haters they hate, they wanna see me in a box But my bulletproof vests, they protecting my chest Life ain't nothing but a test, it's a big ol'
the mist In the struggle, went through circumstances Arrested every day just to prove a point to a friend Even then, accidents are prone to happen to any man A
