The damage is done Feel so low The less of me is bringing me down Lullaby the carefully crafted words A memory to distant to value its worth Beauty
Traduction: Automne Mercy. Mérite.
me The damage is done Feel so low The less of me is bringing me down Lullaby the carefully crafted words A memory to distant to value its worth Beauty
he looks at you with mercy And he sees you through his love You're his child and that will always be enough For there's more to what your worth Than
bodies fallen King from below this one controls the Killing Hand that caused this mourning Is it all over? [IV. Thorns] Evil genius this secret plan Mercy
trouble... (Shawnna) Oooo what you gonna do? (Luda) Sweat you out til' you thirsty, pin your body to the ground, and have you beggin' for mercy... (
around and I'ma tell you what I've found In a world so cold and oh so lonely, I try to find, find a reason why I'm in denial In denial about falling
One step away from falling of the edge And you?re struggling and you?re trying But I will have to let you die You?re more dead to me With every further
emails You just don't get females Now, do you? What's in the heart Is not on your head Anywhere Mate, you're too late And your weren't worth
of the sons cast aside Beneath the weights as she suffocates In this curse of the flesh we divide Devoured by eyes without mercy Stripped of her worth
're only lonely This is how they fall to pieces This is how to lose it all This is how to lose a girl This is how to fall to mercy in your world And
I walk in (Ay-yay) I won't beg for mercy, mercy I'm not done, I won't beg for mercy, mercy (I won't beg for mercy) Oh no Till I, till I, did it, did
ass gettin took [Verse 2] I'm pullin them motherfuckin boot falls A nigga's dark as shit got me reachin for the firearm But I aint goin out like a sucker I open up and fall
to get my bags in all I needa??s an address and Ia??m on my way dona??t fall asleep yes I see you calling me promise ita??s worth waiting for because
feet tall Trying to hold on to the earth Trying to hold on to the earth Holding on for what it's worth, worth Try to paint a world of shapes Over the holes as we're falling
you It's the best room in the house It's forty francs a night, alright. It's crazy, it isn't worth a centime I'll take it! Merci Monsieur Rouged lips
our hopes to hold on And boy, you're never gonna see Nothing's ever come of me Raise your hands high, young brothers and sisters There's a world's worth
