letra de who speaks spanish colon quesadilla - devil wears prada
this cold floor we know too well
hearts poisoned with pride
black blood dotting our warmth
ending our contentment
this place is a contorted altar
i must seek strength from somewhere
for i’ve reduced myself to nothing
we’ve been here one thousand times
cold idle hands, floor-welcomed knees
h-llo autumn, i need not your companionship
doubtless i stand
laying my heart into the hands of eternity
revive me doctrines!
await the day, when all our blood will wash away
the world’s balance i’m too familiar with
selfishness outweighs generosity
blindness produced by your own hands afront your face
lips bleeding with guilt
frightful little fiends
if these words mean nothing
then where is the conclusion?
lyricism aside, christ is the deduction
letras aleatórias
- letra de buss me a pound - eo
- letra de o que é felicidade? - daniboy 019
- letra de lyon marseille - noma (rtt clan)
- letra de intro - kam robinson
- letra de kaputte reeboks - argonautiks
- letra de i put a spell on you - black analog
- letra de amor complicado - ronny e roger
- letra de senioritis - big meeks and cv
- letra de chuparustam - harjas
- letra de use your manners - wiz khalifa