again But this time You're leaving your son behind This time This time This time This time This time This time This time So when we gonna get together Seems there's no time
letting it slip away now You act like things are fine I know you think you've been born again But this time You're leaving your son behind This time This time This time
Перевод: Life Of Agony. Это время.
slap me in the face, ay I, m just the man If they saying I ain’t the best at making hit records It’s cause this my life these ain’t just rapping shit,
time It's all mine! It's only everything, all that I wanted to be Cause it's only everything And wise, wiser than time, wiser than life, wiser than
for its bitter agony Here are the memories As empty as my life has slowly become Sting, crush and bite in my soul, my heart bleeds Times changed
… You’re better off dead Agony: Locked away, she lives in isolation It’s been that way since he has gone She’s been through a life of deprivation She
over me; what kind of father would I be? Another time I could stand up and be a man To change a face in my life Your future and mine Time to do what
enemy and set it free. Dance with me, It cant be so hard Time to reveal whats in your heart. Desolation grief and agony. Walking through a life
Dealing out the agony within Charging hard and no one's gonna give in Living on your knees, conformity Or dying on your feet for honesty Inbred, our bodies
this stuff no more I am the damned I am the dead I am the agony inside The dying head This is injustice Woe unto thee I pray this punishment Would have
YOU READY FOR THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE LET'S - PRETEND - WE'RE NOT AT THE END PRETEND - THAT WE HAVE NOTHING LEFT ARE YOU READY FOR THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE
you say partner, it's a small earth Don't play games with your life nigga, it's not worth all the pain (all the pain) all the agony (all the agony) All
slapped me in the face, ay, I'm just a man If they saying I ain't the best at making hit records It's 'cause this my life, these ain't just records
this time, though Unleash the flutes on them, Guru Gimme some more music in the headphone Let's get the proceedings proceedin' this evenin' Let's do this thing Let's do it right this
Now he?s walkin' wit' a cane and wearin' a shit bag My loc keep me focused got me sportin' this rag Wit' this tragedy added to agony An frustration
man straight ahead of us in the distance With his wifey holdin' hands, so we followed 'em Into this little alleyway into the flats And when we thought the time
