Traducció: Absint. Drop Top.
Traducció: Absint. Lyrictricity.
Hey, let's cross the sea And get some culture Red wine with every meal And absinthe after dinner We'd look good Side by side Walking back To the hotel
breath it in, the sweet smell of failure. drink it down with dystopic discord... drown me darling, once more. pesticides. this pest aside... anything
My love's a star you only saw the traces of What went before is not no more, it's the embers of People always catching names too late And we're all sorry
In the vapours of opium In a smoky Paris salon Like a black-and-white photo It's a kind of deja vu Dancing girls Their faces veiled Naked bellies Empty
Pour the emerald wine Into crystal glasses We will touch the divine Through kissed catharsis Let us pitch to the seven-year itch Of the ultra-decadent
Thinking of You, breeze is warm Make me steadfast is understanding You breathed the word and the stars were born Precious memories, too many to count
Hush, hush, don't wake up, it's not morning Hush, hush, sleep through this, I am warning Why are you crying? It's not a sad movie Why are you crying,
The prophecy has just begun And the time is vanishing The time of the blue of the sky rips It's coming to make the way To the star of the death Absinth
In your time of dying don't call my name so you see me as evil it's just the same now you're cast in flames Through the windows in my mind twisted wings
I can take all of your dreams Transform the way you feel Make life a little easier For you to face your fears As the evening starts to crawl Dark shadows
No Love. No Peace. Spend your days, counting sheep. When you're dead you're done, you're dead you die. But life goes on. No love, no lies. Wasting
...The third angel blew his trumpet, and a great star fell from heaven, blazing like a torch, and it fell on a third of the rivers and in the fountains
Dans les economique, Dans la metaphysiques, Dans les trop vieux combats, Je m'en sortirai pas. Au gre des connections, Les millions, les questions
[Music: Michael Romeo, Michael Pinnela, Thomas Miller, Jason Rullo and Rod Tyler] In your time of dying don't call my name so you see me as evil it's
Il mondo e cosi privo d'amore, io disimparo ad odiare in fondo se perdi il controllo non fai niente di male io ricerco lo scontro ma conosco la pace
I'm just a passerby passing by All the people sitting on their rooftops in the mid-day sun I know everything's complete Even when it falls to my feet
