the pouring rain All alone I feel a silent pain The dust of love, it made me blind, no way to see Can you see my bleeding heart? Can you heal my heart
the pouring rain All alone I feel a silent pain The dust of love it made me blind no way to see Can you see my bleeding heart Can you heal my heart
Traduction: Freedom Call. Bleeding Heart.
do? I believe in the madness called "Now" Past and future prison my heart Time is blind But I wanna trace my love on the wall of time, over pain in my heart
the back of freedom ?till it bleeds an oil stream then you sail down upon it in your killing machine old men who send children off to die in vain they will hear
never giving in again Cuss into the wind, complete freedom Look at these rappers, how I treat them So why the fuck would I join them when I beat them? They call
Blackened by the burning fire held deep inside my mind! Far beyond the lost horizon standing on the shore Across the seas their hearts will bleed This
enough to start shaving my neck 'Cause I feel real deep when I'm dressing in donkey I call it freedom of expression, most just call me a donkey 'Cause
emo enough to start shaving my legs 'Cause I feel real deep when I'm dressing in drag I call it freedom of expression, most just call me a fag 'Cause
time is here But tell me are you ready for the here & now Courage Sacrafice Victory Freedom One for all Time is fleeting Hear the call Our world is bleeding
dreams, blackness comes over me Endless sorrow, this is what I can see Hear me, help me, your love could set me free See me bleeding, don?t go away ?
torment, That grew inside these forces, We didn't even try to fight, but you still brought this. This is our call for safety, can you hear our cry for
to do? I believe in the madness called "Now" past and future prison my heart time is Blind but I wanna trace my love on the walls of time over pain in my heart
giving in again, caution to the wind, complete freedom Look at these rappers, how I treat them, so why the fuck would I join them when I beat them? They call
this tune called "For Women" right Originally, it was by Nina Simone She said it was inspired by, you know Down south. In the south, they used to call
wash over me like only You can do? Will You be my freedom? Will You be my freedom? Will You be my freedom? Will You be my freedom? How beautiful, yes
doors Clippings from ancient newspapers Lie scattered cross the floor Stained by the wine from a shattered glass Meaningless words, yellowed by time Faded photos exposing pain Celluloid leeches bleeding
west) Third degree (Vast Air Kramer) Yo, I been nice but you rather put your hat in your sleeve And break arms like Segaul, don't wear your heart on
