, You were no one at all, And I feel no pain, Everyday is just the same. And I feel no pain, Everyday is just the same. And I feel no shame, When I'm
Traduction: Ash. Feel No Pain.
'm real, You cannot buy protection from the way that I feel. Your progressive hypocrites hand out their trash, But it was mine in the first place, so I'll burn it to ash
one for me, Time to meet the chef, O boy! running man is out of death. Feel cold and old, it's getting hard to catch my breath. 's back to ash, now
switchblade knife. Bring up the pain from deep inside, With a sound so good it hurts. And I?m a sucker for a midnight drag, A long slow dance of smokin ash
are dust under the wheels Without a love we're only ash in urns of silver Tears of gold, tears of gold en restraint As evidence of the pain that she feels
eyes The revolutions of my psychosis Kept me outta the way Once - inside - all I hold is ash... Fail - suppressing every feeling I'm in so much pain
in ghostfire (Ghostfire) Lovers sprurned took their revenge, lie in cells tonight Once consumed they turn to ash in its cold blue light Those who can't take the pain
within his head, get it. Pain, on top of he felt it, fucked up himself quick shit. But that would be my crime. Every now and then a nigga feel it, gotta
Dog, I'll kidnap your little man and send you to the banker That money get dropped off, so do he Right off the booth of his mama' building Feel the drama
till you bleed And we could just blame it on the weed Little freak Sucking me off making my knees weak Rubbing my nuts when I cum making my voice tweak She makes me feel
ash-tray It was always going to be pantomime That made him sing and dance anyway When you feel like London And you look like hull You think Travolta pulled Newton-John
ash tray It was always going to be pantomime That made him sing and dance anyway When you feel like London And you look like Hall You think Travolta pulled Newton John
No Crawling, No Feeling The Pain. [ Solo: Flynn ] [ Solo: Demmel ] Engulfed, Your Swallowed By The Flames Temperature Burns Away. No Crawling, No Feeling The Pain
1 ====== Voice 1: hole in my pocket Voice 2: in mysteries Voice 1: sold my women to you feed me Voice 2: there's been wine for him Voice 2: I feel
of ash... on Death Row Earth Open your eyes to realize... Your source of life exists no more Pale obsolete is the whole of me but yet I feel more than
