end up sleeping on someone else's couch Wake up with your dog licking my face Embarrassing shit I said I don't want to have trouble walking I can remember having trouble
not enter into temptation God gives me strength, I'm going to be crucified A crown of thorns and disgraced by scourge I took up my cross had to carry it to the skull
end up sleeping on someone else's couch- wake up with your dog licking my face- embarrassing shit i said- i don't want to have trouble walking- i can remember having trouble
Перевод: Беда. Череп.
Перевод: Voodoo Glow Skulls. Проблема Ходьба.
In the midst of the darkness A man dressed in Black He is the one cast down from heaven and is alive in him [Chorus] Beware the son of Satan born of
Looking at the world today what so you see People like you and I waiting to be free do we even have a chance it is hard to tell with all this fighting
The one you love is dead feeling so empty inside I know it hurts [Chorus] Out from the depths I cry to you shed all your tears for the one, who is dead
may not enter into temptation God gives me strength, I`m going to be crucified A crown of thorns and disgraced by scourge I took up my cross had to carry it to the skull
only you you showed me the way to live you saved me from my wish of death I`d give my life to my Lord reaching out you heard my cry for help take my troubles
Man was not created for hate deceitful minds plotting revenge we are cast with eternal fate share your love Life is short, sometimes hell empty hearts
Children, they grow in a house of love filled with hate, but I never cried living in dreams that are reality can`t you see, they are calling for me
knew I would I told you I was trouble, You know that I'm no good, I cheated myself, Like I knew I would I told you I was trouble, Yeah, you know that
murder me Busta Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster For me the microphone master Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull Fucky with Mally
sick ones, confliction Posionous darts sickening, best believe finger itchin with two broke legs, now I'm trippin on MC's cliche, shot that ricochets start trouble
I'm having trouble trying to sleep I'm counting sheep but running out As time ticks by And still I try No rest for crosstops in my mind On my own... here