will start. ?Cause God, when life here ends, We?ll beg you for more. In temper we?ll hate you, But please keep no score. Life, it is a mess we wake
번역: 마지막에 잠자는. 점수 없음 유지.
On tree branches There are birds instead of leaves. All at once, they lift through trees To reveal the unseen. A blindfold of wings Held us from perfect
As our hearts lay sleeping, As our bodies rest, The Heavens open up for us. Put down your weapon, child, And close your eyes, Because you and your enemies
always starts like this, A harmless and simple thing to fix. Contagious and spreading quick? Like cracks in ice, Wholly claiming our lives While we sleep
Why is it impossible now To trace every echo Back to its birth? Why is it impossible now To kiss every fever away? There is truth that?s hiding Behind
life will start. ?Cause God, when life here ends, We?ll beg you for more. In temper we?ll hate you, But please keep no score. Life, it is a mess we
We are volcanoes, making new land, Transcending borders with seeds in our hands. Natural killers perfectly planned, But all is entirely out of our hands
When the world welcomes us in, We?re closer to Heaven than we?ll ever know. They say this place has changed, But strip away all of the technology And
Put your coat on, this city trembles. Keep your chin up, as you untangle God From cold blood and bruises. We are X-rays of something broken. Cursive
Sing to me a prayer of hope and strength. I will sing to you As if my chest is glass. As we build, please give us solid ground. When the rain becomes
The headlines talk Of sadness and new risk. Life is deadly, My finger?s to your lips. We?ll send the world in reverse. Love is tension and thrill That
I?ll make you mine if you would have me. With a silver ring that will hug you tight, Our life begins. Our life begins with this. I?ll prove my love
There are wires in between Human heart and machine. I will wait for mountains To tell me you?re okay? On paper my future will lay. I?ll fold every failure
You thought I fell off, I ain't even slipped The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by You wanna sleep
on that piranha shit I never sleep 'cause sleep is the cousin of death I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin' I never sleep 'cause sleep
Verse one: {tec-9} It all started in the streets at the age of ten I started hangin' out late snatchin' purses with my friends I went solo one day on
1) vocal under a bloodlight Last night you said I was cold, untouchable A lonely piece of action from another town I just want to be free, I'm happy
