the truth you destroy to meet your needs I'm dying to speak to you no way out no way out. and you are more alive than me. no way out no way out I open
Tercüme: Kriz. Graves Yaparken.
'all blow, I stay on the low (uhh) Rap like this and work the scale like so (uhh) Take it to the gutter, we could duke or shoot it out Switchblades pump
his shepherd's crook, Drawing his flock closer to the valley of the shadow of death. * Those of us who stand out against the status quo Do so against
half Populate the wasteland Between leisure and the grave Work and pray and place your vote And some day you'll be saved Populate the wasteland Between leisure and the grave Work
out butt-ends in the garbage cans. Is it any wonder there was such sickening celebration over the Task Force When so called radicals work hand in hand
samurai, my sword will never die [Crisis:] Yeah, I'm like daredevils, I dare devils to take it to that level Make 'em dig they own grave, with they
hunts out butt-ends in the garbage cans. Is it any wonder there was such sickening celebration over the Task Force When so called radicals work hand in
japan is monster Like a chin changing's greats in disguises Birds says I'm the best in the crisis Parents want me cleaning up like my brother Bark you saying work
