Everything's a novelty, everyone grows but me. Close one eye, step to the side everyone grows but.. Everyone's in fragments, close one eye step
Everything is a novelty... Everyone grows but me... Close one eye, step to the side... Everyone grows but... Everyone's in fragments... Close one eye
Traduction: Between the Buried and Me. Miroirs.
kings and critics Passed the eyes behind the wall And there's a home in this heart, There's a war inside my mind You'll find me buried in between Beneath
down? Bullet trains and aeroplanes Blowing from the south Are you someone's baby now Fields of green and oceans blue Sweeter things and bitter fruits Only make me
made his usual entrance lookin' so dandy and so fine. With his bodyguards and silver cane and every hair in place, He took whatever he wanted to and
made his usual entrance lookin' oh so dandy and so fine. With his bodyguards and silver cane and every hair in place, He took whatever he wanted to and
believe they scared of me but can no longer use the escape goat they not aware of me so ya??all can go and throw your little pot shots some dudes dissed me and
Hair flinch from the eighties, library, lies bury TV, tell lies visually, kid you wit me, hostility Humility, hillbilly, gorilla, he mentally illy Still is he, actually, really killed me
his usual entrance lookin' oh, so dandy and so fine With his bodyguards and his silver cane and every hair in place He took whatever he wanted to and
He made his usual entrance lookin' so dandy and so fine With his bodyguards and silver cane and every hair in place He took whatever he wanted to and
and ugly My andrenaline rushes when the enemy rush me Tryin to bust me 'cause I swore I'd defend my country If I could choose between being lucky and
played the game Came empty handed and left the same A soul is A soul and A shell is A shell The border in between is full of everything you felt Some
meteors of iffy sniff, and cigarettes and pills on the speaker silouhetted by the muted television and the rickety venetians, between tweaks he sweeps at home depot and
? Bullet trains and aeroplanes Blow in from the south Well, you're someone's baby now Fields of green and oceans blue Sweeter things and bitter fruits Only make me
love seems to become jaded I'm never expecting this Glance towards the mirror, Imagination towards the stars The endless desire for my one and only
of the year. We videotaped your orgasm. The music was never shit, we lied, we lied as you lay... drained, tired and robbed of your self-expression... you're a toy, lust, greed. Insecure depression, the mirrors
