not everything Stone the simple man Make a mark on many at passing times Take a power trip crazy within due style Knowing something if not everything Stone the simple man Everything
Traduction: Des sols. Tout.
if not everything Stone the simple man Make a mark on many at passing times Take a power trip crazy within due style Knowing something if not everything Stone the simple man Everything
the truth in me in the crowded street you're standing all alone the shadow of the days hide your heart you are bringing down the heart of the night keeping everything
See the sun rise over her skin Don't change it See the sun rise over her skin Dawn changes everything Everything And the delta sun Burns bright and violet
a holy wall of fire In the breath between the markers on some black I-80 mile From the madness of the governments to the vengeance of the sea Everything
eyes were wide and already open Just my night stand and my dresser Where those nightmares had just been So I dressed myself and left then out into the gray streets But everything
a holy wall of fire in the breath between the markers on a black I-80 mile from the madness of the governments to the vengeance of the sea yeah everything
relegate ? I consign! Heal my heart, my weeping soul... I consign this putrid flesh. Nothing here, nobody there... Erroneous illness shouting. The outcry reviles this tattered soil
lose control, don't leave my side You've earned your wings and you will never die The structure falls They circle our foundation As the soil cracks And everything
rip these beats up Like a legend, feel my presence like the dead ones If I die, my only wish is my face on some And-1s My soils curled, my baby mamas
hard to catch my breath. 's back to ash, now, you've had your flash boy The rocks, in time, compress your blood to oil, your flesh to coal, enrich the soil
, Hadn't you heard? Yes we're happy as fish, and gorgeous as geese, and wonderfully clean in the morning. We've got everything, we're growing everything
not, like what you got, You're under the soil (the soil, the soil), Yes, deep in the soil (the soil, the soil, the soil!). So we'll end with a whistle
, out of control we remain There is a mystery, we're facing a sight to behold This is what we make of the world, we throw everything away The way we
In the arms of rimed soil, lies the autumns last withered leaf Land now bare and naed, awaits it's snowy sheet And as the light still lingers, painting
