must be made You could help solve this case for me I headed downtown, to share what I'd found It's not a suicide, it's a crime I have a witness, it's
Перевод: Senses Fail. Похоронен Ли.
be made You could help solve this case For me... I headed downtown, to share what I had found It's not a suicide, it's a crime I have a witness, it'
and pity All the suffering and heartache, all the graves and broken bones For buried there a testament to the evil of a queen A misery that spread across a
all the graves and broken bones For buried there a testament to the evil of a queen A misery that spread across a weak and stricken land The crimson birth
not with our eyes See the Son, the One, who was hung like a poster Was buried, but popped up like a toaster Got all the host of heaven makin' a toast
