die Return back to the burial site Face your dreams upon this night Severed limbs not far away Spirit past you now obey Images of the forgotten past
Traduction: Death. Forgotten Past.
the burial site Face your dreams upon this night Severed limbs not far away Spirit past you now obey Images of the forgotten past Your first life revealed
grind Who am I to test, Z-Ro I bet everybody in Ridgemont 4 know me Feel what I say up under the evidence is still your homie You must of forgot about
and pray Huh, increase the doses, bustin whoever closest Thug livin, hell or prison, never losin my focus I'm makin money moves manditory In a discussion my past
shackles round our bones Move on to my own Here come battle scars It's the final charge Here come battle scars There's a child born To a land of scorn Sneaks past
to shock, Is it a miracle Or am I just a product of pop fizzin' up? Fa shizzel my wizzel, this is the plot Listen up, You bizzels forgot slizzel does
-Oh, how cruel !- Of a whole life spent Searching for darkness... Other warm tears, This forgotten being's, Were running as to flee From the coming death
And I watch my old comrades, how proudly they march Reliving old dreams of past glory And the old men march slowly, all bent, stiff and sore The forgotten heroes from a forgotten
I ran to the forest, I ran to the trees I ran and I ran, I was looking for me I ran past the churches and the crooked old mailbox Past the apple orchards
At the height of the activity a grotesque figure suddenly appears at the lop of the staircase. Dressed all in crimson, with a death's head visible inside
I watch my old comrades, how proudly they march Reliving old dreams of past glory And the old men march slowly, all bent, stiff and sore The forgotten heroes from a forgotten
perfect hand and tongue You pressed your luck and now your back to should be sunk Be comming, free the future, with yo' face punked Forgot about the past
