past swollen. Death through windows No longer can I live a life of no control These stories we've been writing are water thin It's disheartening because
, isn't noticed when forgotten. Do as you please, shame will follow, THe sun and the moon. You'll always take them for granted What's delicate is lost
This is the faith complex Where all it takes is another step so we can then step again it's not all about the numbers This is the faith complex try not
vous dirais bien par dessus votre epaule Vive le Roi Vive le Roi Vive le Roi Vive le Roi Vous parlez de la France, mais la France elle s' en fout De
: With all you bring her Victor and Laverne: I tell you Quasi Hugo: A fool could tell Victor and Laverne: There never was Hugo: It's why she fell Victor
all you bring her Victor and Laverne: I tell you Quasi Hugo: A fool could tell Victor and Laverne: There never was Hugo: It's why she fell Victor
Ta mere les caniches en faience Cette annee pour le reveillon Ils s'offrent deux tranches de saumon Tu attendras qu'ils soient un peu moins morts Pour leur parler de Victor
Ta mere les caniches en faience Cette annee pour le reveillon Ils s?offrent deux tranches de saumon Tu attendras qu?ils soient un peu moins morts Pour leur parler de Victor
Disgusted by your weakness!! You have NO right to live!! To know you... Is to HATE you!! But your life's, yours to give!! You monkey see: You monkey
He's trying to get away Let the pain of yesterday Go slipping through the cracks Hiding himself away Watching all the memories fade away From red to black He's
'Or A cette epoque-la toutes les fillettes Les goss'lines, les gigolettes S'mariaient avec leur tresor A la Goutt' d'Or A's s'contentaient l'jour de
drive over Brooklyn Bridge with Cassidy I rode down flushin', in a Rove down flushin' The hood show me love like I was Hova down flushin' Compton's Most
a Natashquan Que le temps s'arrete C'est a Natashquan Que le temps m'attend Les Vigneault et les Lapierre Arriverent les premiers Sous la gouverne exemplaire De l'aieul Victor
dispossessed Return with bombs strapped to their chests There's hate for life, and death in hate Emerging from the new caliphate The victors of this
nostra glock's and hostal's roaches witches wack's and vostra's to get it out of victor we might use toacher's my infossnal's snaw naw sawsill's got
and coloured declarations where silent sense of guilt should rise but a victor's story cannot lie one modest truth they teach their children again, a victor's