Traduction: Mon cœur joie. Can You Feel It, compost capitaine!.
Traduction: Mon cœur joie. Éthique.
Traduction: Mon cœur joie. Sirènes.
Traduction: Mon cœur joie. Je pense que vous réveillé le Dead.
Traduction: Mon cœur joie. L'impie Arc-villian Voltaire Is Dead.
Traduction: Mon cœur joie. Levellers True.
Traduction: Mon cœur joie. Anciennes capitales.
Traduction: Mon cœur joie. Toute la vie est Coming Home.
Traduction: Mon cœur joie. Virgin Voiles.
Traduction: Mon cœur joie. Les Heures changer si nous n'avons pas à.
I stand below the towering skyline Sidewalk cracks keep me in place There is life beyond these rotten structures I was young once. I remember losing
The ocean?s swelling at the rate of the rising sun. We?ll run to the highlands, to a diseased ambition. Now they?re drowning, in their own decadence,
Right or wrong, this is murder in the open. The just path of ruin marched down gold paved streets. I watched as the heavens fell to the dirt
Somewhere beneath a setting sun, you?ve led us to another broken dream. I?m still wandering this empty field, trying to find my way back to the world
Dismay takes hold of your throat until the only thing real is the lack of conscious and its persistence in ending the vitality of what was once a spectacular
Shuffling through the flawless backdrop, together swept up into the colors. We admit our attraction and concede in perfect certainty. The cold wind setting
We only speak through these machines. Bending blades of grass, cutting rings into trees. I drag myself from this bed we've made, our warmth has escaped
By a route obscure and lonely. Fall by fault only trees will know me. From the ocean floor, to the ships above me. Float dead back to shore Dreams still
