Lament for my cock Sore and crucified I seek to know you Aquiring soulful wisdom You can open walls of mystery Stripshow How to aquire death in the morning
Lament for my cock Sore and crucified I seek to know you Aquiring soulful wisdom You can open walls of mystery Stripshow How to aquire death in
Käännös: Ovet. Surra.
: Lament for my cock Sore and crucified I seek to know you Aquiring soulful wisdom You can open walls of mystery Stripshow How to aquire death
Take a look at me So cold and all alone I drift around in circles And I can't reach the sun You saints and sinners Your peace and war I drift alone in
Artist: One Less Reason Album: Everyday Life Title: Sadly Smiling Through You're talking like you're leaving You said it's your heart and not my
no escape No where to go No place to hide Hey, I'm a prisioner! I'm just a prisioner Mending the wounds, the wounds of lament The knife cut deep, deep
With no escape nowhere to go, no place to hide Hey, I'm a prisioner! I'm just a prisioner Mending the wounds, the wounds of lament The knife cut deep
in your head. There is clouds of tormentsin your heart, let me say something: You are not alone in this journey. We can easily understand your laments
You must be wondering how the boy next door turned out Have a care but don't stare because he's still there Lamenting policewomen, policemen Silly women
scorched of all familiar bearing Too few hands, wounds for closing Marred by thirsting Anguish, fear lamenting Here we stand at the door to gold atomic
words of comfort fall upon deaf and frightened ears I lament my bitter fate Lachrymation upon examining my fears I've built a fortress around my soul, impregnable the door
Rock and roll !! rrrrrrrrrr!! I'm here lying on my bed Just trying to hold on to my head But if you came in through the door You'll find me crawling
and don?t lose that spirit of yours And for the sake of us all, Lester, try not to fall with the weight of the world at your door And for the sake of
and my life will be happy and peaceful. protecting the veterans while scorching rookies and trusting my faith into fortune cookies. red right, white left slogans to the door
