No need to hear your voice or see your face To know that you are with me No need to kiss your lips or hold your hand To know that you can feel me I know
Vertaling: Dead By Sunrise. Brand.
: No need to hear your voice or see your face to know that you are with me no need to kiss your lips or hold your hands to know that you can feel me
No need to hear your voice or see your face to know that you are with me no need to kiss your lips or hold your hands to know that you can feel me
got to find a way To keep my pain from burning Down to the bone I've got to find a way To keep my pain from burning Down to the bone, to the fire When
red glow telling of... A burning dawn! For this sunrise shall not wake you by the foul light of Christ But by Satan's fire burning in your eyes
season now change Feel the winds blowing harder, tearing my eyes By the dusk getting colder, summer now dies All alone with the midnight, embraced by fall And the fire
aspired to rise Seeking Messiahs that by us soon die In the start like a cast In morality plays Our hearts wore a mask Of dead rooks in the rain The
dead, well put em to rest Bumba clocks em all dead, wit two in his chest Botty bwoy you come dead, and if in all die Will you run dead em again? Well
so violent a rudeness, untenated By any tangible form. And now was acknowlegded the presence Of the Red Death. He had come as a thief In the night and one by
[PART I: The Mundane World] [lead: Maglio] Day by day we follow our routines Not much changes in our lives With every dawn another sunrise A never ending
baby, 8th wonder of the world So let it go, let it show if you're wanting salvation At the end of a sunrise Scream it louder by the hour babe it's all
used to. I look up, I'm almost blinded by the warmth of what's inside me and the taste that's in my soul, but I'm dead inside as I stand alone .... ii
anywhere Lest we dead or be ourselves or see ourselves as individuals So I make tracks on digital to please myself Fuck MC's that felt they're hard done by
aspired to rise Seeking Messiahs that by us soon die... In the start like a cast In morality plays Our hearts wore a mask Of dead rooks in the rain The
Big Bun for nothin No homeboys you come dead, well put em to rest Bumba clocks em all dead, wit two in his chest Botty bwoy you come dead, and if in all
