did not notice my window it just flew wherever the wind blows as it convulsed on the pavement it whispered i am hated your genetic flaws i said say it all you cant decipher
my window. It just flew where ever the wind blows. As it convulsed on the pavement, it whispered "I am hated." "your genetic flaws" I said "say it all you cant decipher
Vertaling: De radio. Decipher Reflecties uit de werkelijkheid.
with intent clarified Destruction obscene in the eyes of the free Shattered reality focuses here Decipher Fused sanity, surpasses there Decipher Voices
it did not notice my window it just flew wherever the wind blows as it convulsed on the pavement it whispered i am hated your genetic flaws i said say it all you cant decipher
, it?s getting late We should be going We?ve been sat here beneath These flickering neons for hours While I am cracking their code You are deciphering
I should have known they came in disguise; I had no idea of the horrors in stored for me in them... Why do things happen as they appear in dreams? And
L'amore e tutto carte da decifrare e lunghe notti e giorni per imparare io se avessi una penna ti scriverei se avessi piu fantasia ti disegnerei su fogli
Change channel I am bored again Take five and restart the game I suggest a different approach Remake the world with a devilish touch Evolution is too
, it's getting late, we should be going We've been sat here beneath these flickering neons for hours Well I am cracking their code You are deciphering
Vertaling: Fraser, Brook. Ontcijferen Me.
Friend, it's getting late, we should be going We've been sat here beneath these flickering neons for hours Well I am cracking their code You are deciphering
Forever I wont forget That my, dreams are still alive I will show you one day Your fires haven't scorched me My veins still run red Unlike green envious
L'amore e tutto carte da decifrare e lunghe notti e giorni per imparare io se avessi una penna ti scriverei se avessi piu fantasia ti disegnerei
An again the sea of wasted, wasted scent of Venus Venus casts down the decry Decry tainted spice red, red is the number of the spider Spider's web rehearsed
