Is upon me
Este dolor de cabeza yo no lo tra?Tşa,
Respect yourself and you never miss your aim
And could ever hope to grasp
Fall on your knees O hear the
The flag that is your own
Quand chu arriv?Tę ?Tá l'?Tęglise
where they teach you how to be real thick
nun se fanno i complimenti
non riesco ad avere pazienza
As past times go I guess I've seen some good
what's yours has been mine
Nobody has to know
All the way from T. to the Van City, all stars
Sal de ah?Tş, escapa pronto
Saturday we can freak in the woods
I don't know who I am
on the hilltops, clubshops and chilling overseas
lots of little candles of isolated hope
So boy, won't you come?
One Panther lost his life, the other ran for his
a minute away
You can get it from McVeigh
Responsable soy y lo lamento
i swear, but you messed me up
Your words poetic are not pathetic.
King of the labyrinth, king of fear