your why, is your why Rest never to late to recreate Recreate, I'll meet you in, meet you in Will desperation, exit scene In cold relief Follow the
second guess Your legacy, your legacy This time's the last I will forget So can't you take all of me All of me, all of me? Once and for all Can't you
curses, in cursive This is regret in it's purest, a simple plan here You're on the trail of the hunted, haunted now Smiling and nodding, she'll go without
Hint number one is Five letters inscribed over The lips of eyeless woman Asking me for needles and a thread To sew her head together again Oh, swollen
of rest Following with frequency Won't become a place to lay our heads I've searched and tried And tumbled in the midst I've swallowed pride and nullified
life My will, my will be a dead man My will, my will be a dead man My will, my will be a dead man My guns will talk when I remain upon the steed (My
body" And you say, "Let me out the bottle, make me into someone You can give me life and I'll trade the potion you embody with Trips down the well and
day these leaves will reach You And there will be no more pain You always gave me refuge Unconditional You always offered shelter From December's snow My chin still rests
with your head, we'll take it all back and then some Never again, off with your head, we'll cut out all that's a hindrance Bleed the old man And just
Of being caught by ourselves with only our own thoughts Activate with hope and integrity Honesty, the only true currency Devastate, the guilt, not the guilty And
tough to admit and admit and admit that Once with a glimpse now, second your guess It's tough to admit and admit and admit that Your fate's still undecided
own? I have chosen And breathed And forgiven And changed And purged And cleaned And forgave And bathed Carried And soothed And burned And spoken Spoken and
why Is your why REST Never to late To recreate To mutilate I'll meet you in Meet you in WILL Desperation Exit Scene In cold relief FOLLOW The hand
Traduction: Project 86. ... Et le reste suivra.
ll second guess Your legacy Your legacy This time's the last I will forget So can't you take All of me All of me All of me? Once and for all Can't you
veins In curses, in cursive This is regret in it's purest A simple plan here Your on the trail of the Hunted, haunted now Smiling and nodding She'll
paper You guess the letters And I'll draw the hanging man Hint number one is Five letters inscribed over The lips of eyeless woman Asking me for needles and
One day these leaves will reach you And there will be no more Pain You always gave me refuge Unconditional You always offered shelter From December's snow My chin still rests