fucking cool. Unexitable Feigning control with detachment. Cry for help (4x) Don't turn away it's a cry for help Don't turn away it's a cry for help
fucking cool. Unexitable Feigning control with detachment. Cry for help [x4] Don't turn away it's a cry for help Don't turn away it's a cry for help
Перевод: Sick Of It All. Крик о помощи.
too fucking cool. Unexitable Feigning control with detachment. Cry for help [x4] Don't turn away it's a cry for help Don't turn away it's a cry for help
I was sick when I wasn't 'til I grew up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to ya stomach doesn't it? Wasn't it the reason you made that CD for me Ma?
blowin hard have you sayin oh boy Lookin sick in my jade shorts and throwback Lookin at ya man now you wanna throw him back Cuz Im to sick fo medicine to help
time’s been stealing We only want to feel as close as we can be Use hands for holding on to your precious family Just believe in all who shine The light to help
[Indie Store Bonus Track] Sick with myself, but I've got no one else, So I give it to myself it's the only thing that helps It's the same thing this
a taste like that means something and oh so sick i am and maybe i don't have a choice and maybe that is all i have and maybe this is a cry for help i
the monster I'm getting tired of drowning the constant Cry for help - It's debatable The only reason that you love me is I'm hated by all Come on - come
I can't forget just Leave me alone now It's time to go out, shut down I'm sick of this mutation All of this masturbation It becomes my salvation Taking it, taking it
You see that sculpture on the hill That's where she cleared me out forever They're monitoring my self conscious massacres I know, bringing it closer to the surface So it
So I gotta let the song cry I can't see it comin' down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry I can't see it comin' down my eyes So I gotta make the song
This is for my number one This is for my number one This is for my number one True baby for I adore This is hard to say I wanna make sure I go about
down all the need for people Heaven I wonder, will the devil catch me shall prevail Lately even heaven is flashy sick of this amazed envy And it ain
