ترجمه: خالی از سکنه. کشتن یک واندر.
pain? Bury you with your saviour. Foetal pose in a pool of blood. I'll set my world alight just for you. Desire Face death sublime. Fuel the fire. One kill wonder. One kill
m gone don't mourn my niggas Get on my niggas when it's real Say word to Shawn my niggas, if I should die Don't cry my niggas it's been one hell of a
? It?s the life that?s killing you, walk away, friend Can you design living through hell and back again? It?s the life that?s killing you, walk away, walk away So one
What do you say to the dead? Will you forgive me for living? Can't believe the things that they said Wonderful day for a killing, it's killing me What
Certainly one of the most haunting, melodic songs that we ever wrote. I was personally completely taken by it the very first time that I heard the music
breed seeds of no guidance Left to wonder the streets and experiment wit devilish men Violent, felon offenders, supreme folders One-twenty bomb holders let 'em off and explode The battlefield haunting
forehead, for every busted windshield My old cars, they haunt me still Cuase I droven every one of 'em over the edge It's a wonder I wasn't killed My
[Part 1. Lymphosarcoma] Kills immunity Rapes the blood and bone of humanity Being a living corpse Grey and scaly skin Haunted human ghost Lymphosarcoma
breed seeds of no guidance Left to wonder the streets and experiment wit devilish men Violent, felon offenders, supreme folders One-twenty bomb holders let em off and explode The battefield haunting
't shoot one in its bald head. Fuck what we're force fed. All I ever wanted was a warm bed and a house that wasn't haunted. I'd rather die for a cause
shoot one in its bald head. Fuck what we're force fed. All I ever wanted was a warm bed and a house that wasn't haunted. I'd rather die for a cause
I Cant Seem To Find My 2nd Joker I Fold My Cards Are Bad I Wonder How Your Painting Is How Your Family Is Doing Too And I Wonder If Your Hands Miss My
strain to be Number one in the public eye enemy I'm wanted in 50, almost 51 States where the Posse got me on the run It's a big wonder why I haven't
There must be something wrong with me. I get so tired, I can't sleep. The voices in my head are haunting my dreams. No matter how I try, To kill the thoughts
in black, Guitar on his back, Now back to de track Whenever Zulu pon de mic and me a deal with de case Dem get haunted, fi one show The people dem
will surely come your way To say the things you need to say To play like no one else has played And blow them away Is it any wonder we somehow survive
