letra de the art of dying - the collection
death sits inside his office as we wait for the verdict
he speaks our fate with a nervous tick; do we get the cure or the sickness?
and when we die, what will it be – a graveyard grave, or a golden fleece?
and will we fight or will we flee?
will you still have faith in me?
i walk down the golden stairs and pray again the skeptics prayer
my grandpa is still sitting there asleep with a book in his red chair
i’m a father, and i’m a son, and i do not own any guns
i hope death don’t come from my hands so i can die a peaceful man
can’t we say that we won’t know a single thing until the day that death itself is cast away
and i believe there’s nothing left to mar
i don’t know where i stand, but when i fall, its not too far
i hope you’re running down the road with a golden ring and a purple coat
to meet me when i p-ss through death with my brother and the fattened calf
i can’t see what it will be until my real name comes to me
i can’t see what it will be, so dance with me until i sleep
letras aleatórias
- high mountain breezes › letra de amarillo by morning - high mountain breezes
- akera sky › letra de midnight - akera sky
- 津島善子 yoshiko tsushima › letra de タテホコツバサ (tatehoko tsubasa) - 津島善子 (yoshiko tsushima)
- nikito labrae › letra de suicide club - nikito labrae
- numbkull › letra de alice - numb$kull
- undentified › letra de back 2 back - un!dentified
- димдэкт dimdekt › letra de мир игривый (mir igriviu) - димдэкт (dimdekt)
- high mountain breezes › letra de daddy's margarita rose - high mountain breezes
- semargl › letra de discolove - semargl
- john roseboro › letra de human nature - john roseboro