Я больше не хочу любить, верить и надеяться на то, что когда-нибудь этот мир переменится, склеится как оторванный листок бумаги и может никогда не будет
вдруг уплыли. Мы старше стали, но ничего не забыли. То, что прожили, стало воспоминанием. Жили для себя, без всякого сознания. Теперь наше призвание - это медицина. CuranderO
Припев: Я CuranderO и такой я один. Сам себе царь, сам себе господин. Для вас приготовил этот репрезент. Читаю не хуже, чем сам 50cent. Сижу и пишу
снег, скоро метели. Я при своем деле – учеба и работа. Жаль, что седня вторник, а не суббота, Ведь отдохнуть охота и всё такое, Но я, CuranderO, не ухожу
Умен не по годам, любому лоху фору дам. Это CuranderO, лови удар по ушам. по мозгам, ведь ты меня не догоняешь. то о чем я расскажу вряд ли ты познаешь
If your body's feelin' bad And it's the only one you have You want to take away the pain And go out walkin' in the rain You watch the flowers go to bed
to its wounds? And would you not consider it unnatural To be born outside the womb? We eagerly await your response And your best defense La Curandera
If your body's feeling bad And it's the only one you have You want to take away the pain Go out walking in the rain You watch the flowers go to bed Ask
As the new millenium closes in Take a look what's going on Carriers of the plague on earth's every corner The disease is spreading again I remember the
I prey upon your morbid fear of terminal disease You won't know the difference, now it's time for surgery Another shot, another pill two weeks therapy
There's a watcher waiting on the edge of the world with the thoughts that nver darken whn the lights go down. In the rhythm of living and the shifting
It's strange to hear you talk about faith When you were too blind to recognize That the faith you sought Was a passing phase Merely in disguise You've
And it started it with your promises, that we would live a life of bliss. This isn't how i pictured it, those were lies. And were sifting through the
to its wounds? And would you not consider it unnatural to be born outside the womb? We eagerly await your response and your best defense. La curandera
(Slaine) There?s a war going on inside no one is safe from You can never run, hide, or escape from The nature of beast with papers laced with deceit I
Has no one cared to explain that you don't have answers You flick your sycophant tongue Words swindle in the air, you talk just to know you're there And
[K. Vanderhoof] I prey upon your morbid fear Of terminal disease You won't know the difference Now it's time for surgery Another shot, another pill Two
