blow straight into my heart! I'll tear you up and rob you of your life! My freezing blood runs cold... when darkness penetrate My dying heart can
Traduction: La Couronne. Dying Of The Heart.
of death blow straight into my heart! I'll tear you up and rob you of your life! My freezing blood runs cold... when darkness penetrate My dying heart
higher education, welcome to high school [Chorus] [Pusha T:] I got a crown made of powder, everybody knows who's the king of the coke flow be All I hear
Breathe now Yeah, yeah We are people borne of sound The songs are in our eyes Gonna wear them like a crown Walk out, into the sunburst street Sing your heart out, sing my heart
tide Through the holes in my hands Crown of thorns At my side drawing lines in the sand Sometimes, if you're perfectly still You can hear the virgin
the tide Through the holes in my hands Crown of thorns At my side drawing lines in the sand Sometimes, if you're perfectly still You can hear the virgin
do it I wanna do it The only thing we need to do Is get down to it Please hear my plea Know it comes from the heart Baby, you and me got something to
This is a warning shot, your final call An empty morgue with gurning hearts and hollowed crowns And all I see is marching bands Marching bands which never
I'm writing my name upon your corpse it's a signing There's hoards of them vibing, smiling at the thought of us dying The water that's rising ain't the
down came the rain Amy isn't answering, who would get the blame? Amy isn't laughing, Amy isn't crying Amy isn't really breathing, God I think she's dying
of starving children are wide open You cast aside the cursed crown and put your magic into a sound That made me think your heart was aching or even broken But if God hears
comes around Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers One hundred million angels singing Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum Voices calling, voices crying Some are born and some are dying
god will heal the hurt Everyone hurts, we all ask why Sinner or saint, everyone tries Life cuts so deep, feels like your dying No cross no crown can
side of town, Tito, he was king of the streets She was his possession like a jewel on his crown, Johnny better run, better run Chorus: Better hide your heart
the day, And speak the thousand names of God. All of your days are dying, All of the doomsday birds are flying, The war is never over, Nobody ever wants to hear
