up in the moment, these are my wasted years Years have fallen, where have I been? I'm caught up in the moment, these are my wasted years Wasted, wasted, wasted
Traducció: Sòl. Perdut.
said, "Thank you, please but your flattery Is truly not becoming me, your eyes are poor You are blind, you see, no beauty could have come from me I am a waste
Cowboys in a spaceship, the crowd noise is wasted Women take pics so they can seem naked Guys tell jokes so they can see 'em naked Church ladies vote
40] 40 {?} an ounce of space, ain't even had time to wash my face I been in the traffic tryin to get it, I ain't got time to fuckin waste My money's short
around the world and all I see is so much pain and turmoil Got to teach your kids not to waste and destroy the earth's soil Send our children off
grand donation - ovation Brain ignites like benzedrine Dieseloil, slick to be coil, foil Spittin' rhymes like a gargoyle Mccoy all, destroy all who try to soil
deity Heritage of death No future, no memory Humanity Supremacy The future is a desert land Play god Promised land erased Wasted soil incinerate Inferior
Our time is done my love We've laid it all to waste One thousand moonlit kisses can't sweeten this bitter taste My desire for you is endless and I'll
and worlds are metaphors of me My life was authored by the moon Footprints written in soil The fountain pen of martian men Novelling human toil And yes, the soil
Cast into desolation Uniform destruction of the pure On wasted soil never to vegetate On this lifeless planet of ash Manipulation of their world These
former selves we fall to friend and foe alike we stand abandoned by our gods backed into corners, there's nowhere left to hide the soils of hell shall
the popular cultures statutes And thus they detach their roots from the soil that kept them loose And made what they delivered so true There's a desert waste
of your fingers Trade them in for dollar bills Cake on some more make-up to cover up all those lines Wake up and stop shaking 'cause you're just wasting
chum squab over the lip of my tub Soaking in the dead, skeletal remains exfoliate and scrub A cauldron teeming with wasted corse This mortal soiled
Alveoli and ordure forcefully gestalt Uvula encrusted with night-soil Crepitous taste Treading stool, exhausted by the toil Trachea burdened with occidentals To the brim with waste
glowing in fiery red, The North and the South, East and West, have sworn allegiance to the armies Of Death Burning rivers, dried-up oceans, desert lakes, and wasted
prayer for my brother But most of all please say a prayer for me Words of a feather All flock together Going round and round A soul is astral travelling Watching human motion Wasting
