He awaited one anticipation Pictured from her mouth A further request The sons of Adam Put her to death A voice is heard Echoes from the hollow soul
seem so hollow, hollow like me When you see my eyes, do you hide your face? You seem so hollow, hollow like me When you see my eyes, do you turn away? You're hollow
Traduction: Forty Foot Echo. Creux.
Traduction: 40 Foot Echo. Creux.
... we put our draws in it... CLUE! [echoes] [DJ Clue: talking over above Method Man verse] New Method Man! Eminem... Royce... CLUE! [echoes] [Method
pill to swallow All I know is I'm wallowing, self-loathing and hollow Bottoms up on the pill bottle, maybe I hit my bottom tomorrow My sorrow echos in
Yeah...we put our draws in it...CLUE! *echoes* [DJ Clue] *talking over above Method Man verse* New Method Man! Eminem... Royce... CLUE! *echoes* [Method
bones I know its name You know its name Never above Never above One thousand mending moans The fire inside The silver inside The hollow inside The echo
that soon if we all call the tune Then the piper will lead us to reason, And a new day will dawn for those who stand long And the forests will echo with
off) Once the cloud that's raining Over your head disappears The noise that you'll hear Is the crashing down of hollow years She's not the kind of girl
close your sky and take a stand dear sons of never, Neverland silvertrees and stars will fall tonight vesper shines from 9 to 10 echo and the bunnymen
Shattered dreams, Worthless years Here am I encased inside a hollow shell Life began, Then was done Now I stare into a cold and empty well The many
Hollow self indulgence leading the way In the wake of intent that day At the faultline, at the faultline we were Searching for answers Filthy crimes,
know it a sin but tell me it happens! Echo, Echo, Echo, Echo Echo, Echo, Echo Echo Echo, I know it's a sin to kiss and swallow Echo Echo, I know it
Under the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma Play with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers I put a hole in your brain with these hollow
echoes in these woods Mourning lingers in the vales As the wind cries on the shore Her wailing can be heared Mirthless is this wandering through Hollow