this rhyme Get wit ya mind, True love is hard to find You gotta take me seriously From now until infinety Cant be telling no more lies Tell the truth
Traduction: Tous les Saints. No More Lies.
Appetites reach all time highs No ones seems to care who dies Prey on every little thing in sight Decay will be killed state of mind Anything to stay
your lies Trapped in the cold outside There ain't no shelter They wanna force my hand Until I... Take what I wanted, and Break all the lies that they
Guaranteed to love you cos I'm an All Saint fool (Loving you makes me feel) [Mel, Nat & Nic] So let me count the ways in which I love thee All in all
Then hit back where I'm stay Third world we get that cake Thirteen is where I lay shots off to MIA [Verse 8: Rick Ross] More money more problems Don
[Originally by The Saints] Ain't nobody tells me what to do now I've heard all the lies and been promised the world No business man is going to use or
everything burns, My torture lies within. Am i a victim To myself? When everything burns, My tortured life... Boiling point! Violent saint! Boiling point! Violent fucking saint! Saint
Blood stained hands Blood stained times Blood stained deeds Blood stained lies They wage their wars Such profiteers Will nail us all Their crimes
Blood stained hands Blood stained times Blood stained deeds Blood stained lies They wage their wars Such profiteers Will nail us all Their crimes Concealed
was a pack of lies 6 months later Municipal court Divorce time baby, child support I went from home cooked meals to TV dinners No more little Steven,
dream was a pack of lies 6 months later Municipal court Divorce time baby, child support I went from home cooked meals to TV dinners No more little Steven
from all the pressures and pain And misfortunes that I've gained straight Sometimes a fire grows inside, hatred starts to rise, Still i can't despise all the lies
like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind the lies No one knows what it's like to be hated To be faded To telling lonely lies [Lil' Wayne:] I
I run For the prize that lies ahead We've come too far to lose our way, our way We've seen the tragic flaws The tortured souls The saints with
the whispered word, "Lenore?" This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" - Merely this, and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all
