s washed in burnin' tears Well I walk that on by I can't rest well when you cry, hey Today my world has been painted light Where's the snow that's painted
Traducció: Screaming Trees. World Painted.
like screaming And since there is no end and no beginning You will run You will run You will run Girl, I know the woods look dark And the trees, they
is God's word. For he so loved the world he gave our only begotten sons. For he so loved the world he gave our only begotten sons. * In Christian societies
to believe in the realm of the dark Screams can be heard, only faint in the sky Where souls are rotten like teeth and withered like tree barks Demons
to the fuckin cleaners You see this nose I smell your blood, boilin from the stress of smokin-crack overload You see this mouth I can say words, I can say worlds, I can scream
gun in my hand now I'm damned for the land of the free Sing with me The American scream They took that painted ribbon off the oak tree They've worn out
her dream Reflecting off the roof The whole world shimmers for you On a tree lined road My body took leave of my soul "Hold on tight, oblivion", she screams
at magazines I say ain't that us I'm in the VIP section, wearing a black dob I got the women screaming whoa but my name ain't Black Rob Man, they screaming
The city sounds like a symphony A cabbie screams obscenities The horns are honking jazz in the night Her street is lit like a Christmas tree This place
like painted glass? If I had wishes, I would shout to you and scream But now I realize you're like young dying streams I'm in the real world with people
As a light breeze whispers through The call of wolves, the owls lament Our screams shall soon soar skyward too Mistress from the sucking pit All the world
that happens Is an excuse for anger An outlet for emotions stockpiled, an arsenal, an armor These are the days when I hate the world Hate the rich,
a Hummingbird on a tree top The new Hov, the new B.I.G., the new 'Pac, I need three spots 280 in, ain't no getting me back I'm yelling fuck the world
Me, myself and I Echoes pounds my head Shapeless forms everywhere I think, therefore I am You are a fantasy made by me I dream this world When I end, the world
like Elijah Mohammed That's a promise, creating them secrets be like amazing Everytime I touch the track I swing my axe and stake it Speed racing through life world
like screaming And since there is no end and no beginning You will run, you will run, you will run Girl, I know the woods look dark And the trees, they
world, I want to be misunderstood. Likable, creepy, underrated, braggart, busy, really good. It's weary progress. I yell, I get frustrated, I scream. Drunk brother painting
