Make it stop Through all this pain and suffering I need you back in my arms After all this pain and suffering I want you back in my arms Through all this pain and suffering
from this pain you bring Well I can feel it again This loss is slowly crushing me Through all this pain and suffering I need you back in my arms After all this pain and suffering
Traduction: Des sols. Souffrance.
of our hope" Death, solemn death of the reaper's star, devour his legacy from afar I fumble... live... I fall... die, isolated in the crowds of god... and suffering
of desire Which tries to wash him away His eyes - they still are burning As crying on his knees he sways He falls towards this soil of tears Sinking
, til I come back like a tsunami Never microwave like the watchers of the weight I'm wrapped in aluminum foil, I do my dirt like Kwame Until that same soil
of they birth confused, who's to be praised? The mighty dollar -- or almighty Allah I'm like the farmer, plantin words, people are seeds My truth is the soil
but I can walk much faster than this Can't run but A cooling system Burns out in the Ukraine Trees and umbrellas Protect us from the new rain Armies of engineers To analyze the soil
reason or compromise You stole my dreams Now all I believe is dead inside Be quick now, child And soil my bed with all your dirt Just keep me suffering
Your lord...The veil of hope God's will... so shall you suffer divine His flesh upon the oak Nailed and soiled with shit To worship such fraility
When I'm sampling from your bosom Sometimes I suffer from distractions like Why does God cause things like tornadoes and train wrecks? When I'm swimming
Ran out of time Forcing me down Deep into pain Uncontrolled suffering Hysteria - Crying No blood in my veins Left here alone Hear my screams of torment
is everywhere My God, unshackle me My suffering grows with increase of my guilt Destroy devotion. Be at one with the earth I sink down into the clammy soil
is the english translation of Nabucco) Fly, thought, on wings of gold, go settle upon the slopes and the hills where the sweet airs of our native soil