I'm like a freight train Feelin' no pain I never turn back one track Better step aside Like a shotgun I'm really someone You'll feel my heatwave Won'
번역: 무지개. 셰드 (미묘한).
I'll smash on all sorts with these extreme sports Prophets of doom consumed with what I dream for Subtle as a chainsaw, blood shed and rain fall Welcome
Everyday's another chance to ignite 'Cause I'm addicted (Uh, oh) I'm addicted (Uh, oh) I'm addicted to this universal feelin' called life Since a foetus, explored life's subtle
yieldin' seeds of Creation of cultures to street sound You get run around but I run the booty down No master plan, the masses all struggle Slug movements bungle, our serpent is subtle
Suffer Arrogance Reasserts itself Bigilance Obstacles enhanced by way of imptence Shed thine Vociferous The subtle complex My most suppressed dread defects
seems to come in a pair of expensive shows Never notice the disguise until it walks up and slaps you in the mouth Can't say that is very subtle at all
disturbance Discovering the destruction of true enemies Within our selves lay dormant with accusation In the comfort of self indulgence Scratch the itch that spells disaster To shed
with blood taken from your head That you hold in your lifeless hand Cry for you, shed tears, mourn, wish the end Cry for you, shed tears, mourn, wish
over North West Eleven A solitary life A life of small horizons Dull as the governmental sky over North West Eleven A serious hobby in the garden shed
Theres a Painting on your wall Of two big waterfalls That flow into each other like us One of them is subtle and the other one is fighting with a wind
forget Or pause a moment to regret Where have we been I see things I wish I'd never seen CHORUS: Battle cry Brave men never fear Battle cry Never shed
's another chance to ignite Cause I'm addicted (Uh-Oh), I'm addicted (Uh-Oh) I'm addicted to this universal feelin called life Since a foetus, explored life's subtle
the life i lead and the lives i touch its one year on now one year on, one year on still i struggle with the same demons i shed as i laid there lost in
Mingling with a taste of tin on her gums Each layer removed revealed A paler shade of skin Each subtle shade fell Like a secret shed She was my reward
There's a painting on your wall of two big waterfalls that flow into each other, like us. one of them is subtle and the other one is fighting with the
to try too much A Solitary Life A life of small horizons Dull as the pewter sky over North West Eleven A serious hobby in the garden shed Model trains
Bleed the heart of new found pain. Conceal the loss, nil to gain. The magnitude of bitter loss. Broken in two. Subtle vain attempts. Falling your demise
