letra de 11.22.63 - detachment kit
it’s as if everything you see back in 1963
our black hearts among them kneeling
only one of them was screaming go
they’ve got fire up in trees
in the balance, in the breeze
hold that trigger with some feeling
as the choir sings out of key
they sing: blood, mistrust, and the love of god
red, white, blue bleed through the pearly gates i see
dead air, an army of greed
with holes in their hearts i see
making plans to mark the art
a silver lining falls apart
with sinners digging graves in sand
we land ourselves trembling hands
great god
bury hard
with all our might we might make our mark
holding hands to chokе belief
gripping peoplе that we need
in a moment they were stealing
oh that thief that stole a piece of me
red, white, blue bleed through the pearly gates i see
dead air, an army of greed
with holes in their hearts i see
making plans to mark the art
a silver lining falls apart
with sinners digging graves in sand
we land ourselves trembling hands
ow
in the sand
won’t you leave
letras aleatórias
- letra de i wanna go (radio edit) - wallpaper.
- letra de old new borrowed and blue - eleanor mcevoy
- letra de худший друг (worst friend) - markul
- letra de calling you home - ndpc
- letra de double cup - nasiumm
- letra de your fault - modern maps
- letra de shake it out - free cake for every creature
- letra de esos - syla
- letra de cidades catarinenses (luciano e lenita) - luciano, lenita e caiobá
- letra de шмекс (shmeks) - stealth unit