eyes Stole my sight but not my heart I miss my second home Adopted son doth mourn Adopted son doth mourn Sermon served in praise In a sacred empty
Something has got to happen In a state of disbelief so often I can't sleep, can't seem to focus This love so pure it almost broke us And I lie awake
my sight But not my heart I miss my 2nd home (Your) adopted son doth morn adopted son Doth mourn Sermon served in praise In a sacred empty space Pit
Traducció: No miris cap avall. Etapes de morir.
e ora anche quando dormo li sento ancora gridare, sono qua a provare per sfondare, ma non voglio pagare pegno, farli giocare a tiro a segno, devo stare
Downtown Hanoi. We are drowning in purple wine. Standing as one, as one we line. Gold and light did stop their dance. A fever obscene, a wicked romance
my friend, what can I say to make you feel something else tonight? I hate myself but I don't want to die. at least not all the fucking while now take a