Traduction: Artistes avec un coeur pour l'Asie. Pas Pour le cancer.
Traduction: Frans Lange. Le cancer.
Wasted times, a kind of crime Another way to slowly die I so much regret the regrets... Memories torn into pieces When everything became diseased That
Par ma nature de li??cheron Sans peur des repri??sailles Des moucherons Trois fois plus petits que moi par la taille Me volaient dans les plumes Et me
The kids are diggin? up a brand new hole Where they put their deadbeat mom Grandpa?s happy watching video porn With the closed caption on And father knows
Yall are not, not, not Ready HO Not not ready HO We're gonna drop it steady so Do it like that Like that (like that).... Now why is everybody so petrified
Turn away, If you could get me a drink Of water 'cause my lips are chapped and faded Call my aunt Marie Help her gather all my things And bury me in
This is the right time to say hello my name is cancer i'll never go i'm gonna hurt you I am the thorn that makes you wish you were never born don't try
Tell me all your plans and I'll laugh back in your face Preach me your religion if you're dumb enough to pray I tried to make a change to get a better
(a Charles Belle) camelia & rature foetale sur l'agenda des mots perdus levres glacees masque animal au carnaval des coeurs dechus camelia & delire
We give and take life from either side of the knife With his stale bloody gloves, he reaches in Knowing death has a plan, holds the filth in his hand
The kids are diggin' up a brand new hole Where to put the deadbeat mom Grandpa's happy watchin' video porn With the closed caption on And father knows
I know that they're inside me Waiting to multiply And I want them out of there I've got a butcher knife I'll keep cutting 'til I find them 'Cause I want
I won't settle down, I can't settle down I won't cut it out, I won't quit I'm not trying hard, I not getting well I'm not improving, I won't do anything
Cancerous Widespread Religious Disease Brainwash Ignorance Controlling the weak Twisted Messages Forgotten Meaning Close Minded Intolerant 2,000 years
Everything'll be alright again Alright again, alright again The heart is stronger than you think Like it could go through anything And even when you
We're bred to follow and be devoured, to feed the machine. it's like suicide of the self, the mind. Killing the free will, the transcending. Twisting
