letra de who speaks spanish, colon quesadilla - the 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 somwhere,
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 doctines!
await the day, when all our blood will wash away.
the world’s balance i’m too familiar with;
selfishness outweighs genorosity
blindness produced by your own hands afront your face.
lips bleeding with guilt.
frightful little fiends.
if these words mean nothing; than where is the conclusion?
lyricism aside, christ is the deduction
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- letra de watching over me - katy dahl
- letra de que du love - jbiina & fvhd!
- letra de copiloto - solo kora
- letra de летали и мечтали (flew and dreamed) - n.masteroff
- letra de wide awake - dan owen
- letra de esas mutancias - dolorio & los tunantes
- letra de dead end - odd31
- letra de yidi - gold kid
- letra de breathe - sip