Vertaling: Before The Dawn. Litteken.
Limbs with broken bones inside Tearing my Flesh Penetrating through my skin I cannot feel a thing Can?t recognise myself So torn apart The scars and
like there's nothing that I can't try (I'm back, baby) And if you with me put your hands high (Put your hands high) If you ever lost a life before, this
back baby) I feel like there's nothing that I can't try and if you with me put your hands high (put your hands high) If you ever lost a light before,
there's no love As true as the love that dies untold But the clouds never hung so low before It makes no difference how far I go Like a scar the hurt
, among the flags of all governments The order of battle is written in the shadows of a hard black line Where people cry for a nations scars And heroes
fuck with me Hang with me or ride to the highest level of ridetivity One to the neck, two to the neck I'm sticking them leaving them scarred Bitch niggas
perimeter Interrogate the prisoner, ransack your residence Order from the President to document this evidence Company commander, this is my version of capital Punishment scars
another body found Bound to the streets where we drown if we sleep We make heat instead of peace Struggle to heat, and breathe On Shiek metal swords before
building up deep inside Ooh, you think you're above it then it's you my friend that I implore You've got to walk before you run, see the night before dawn Before
What if our love never went away? What if it's lost behind words we could never find? Baby, before it's too late, baby, before it's too late Baby, before
yours, you bear the vacuum of scars She was put there to tend, she liked the perfume of flowers I've seen God in the sun, I've seen God in the street God before
scars stay true you're to beautiful to wake up through my death of the accursed fire your sudden cries cant stop me yes. your silence yes it is before
humming noise from within The masks fall off their faces Like thousands and thousands before, they know this is the core I will lead you to a new dawn
Like a lost dog between houses In the unknown open country Line up at dawn to see who's missing My age is a metaphor That only speaks of everything before
me why I was alive I'd write every night just before bed. For a while there I stopped. Did you think I was dead? The truth of it is, I was just scared. Scared
'd like to thank you for flying Pan Am The local time is 6:45 a.m. and the temperature is 89 degrees I've been up all night on the redeye flight The dawn
