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put your hands all over me let it burn, let it seethe let it stain, let it bleed it's just a reminder that we both hurt more than we care to remember
put your hands all over me let it burn, let it seethe let it stain, let it bleed it's just a reminder that we both hurt more than we care to remember &
Översättning: Planes misstas för Stars. Dancing On The Face Of The Panther.
: There is a part of me that's always sixteen I've found the secret of eternal youth Some get high on life or money, but there's an Escape, drop out
: There's nothing special about it It's either there when you're born or not Gifted with talent are no big deal Welcome to the death of a century...
: Build an inner door, drop and then explore You smoke your head on straight, then drink Your woes away - Some might not understand possession Controls
: On one whole bottle "uplifting!" There is no telling what I'll do Run head first into traffic A mindset of annihilation No sense makes sense You can
: Wears 10 crowns, dragons heads Southern are the sons, Lords unmatched - Their eyes don?t look right, should they be trusted now? Trashed-mouth Gods
: The end will crush the light And sends a message, It won't please The naked eye Without and end there is no light To foretell, to blind you The law
: The time had finally come to kill the vein. And I'm dropping down the dirt on your grave It might hurt so bad, but I can't feel sad Rid of a fool like
: Eliminate, the life decline... I've paid the masters with blood and hunger ...And it's not for sale by any stretch. It's like religion without a Bible
: Numbing rumble, countless medicine, Depleted from years of abuse Death rattle shaking And there's no faking, undertaking Pressure point, rigor mortis