Two packs, and a bottle of jack.
Neurotic, gotta wash it all back.
Stand em up, knock em down.
Feel each cruel, dont make a sound.
March in the angels for a graceless fall.
Cracking foundation of a tortured soul.
Up to my neck, outta my head.
Up to my neck and out of my head from you.
Trouble with the booze means touble with you.
Survive another night, gotta make it through.
Seher vakti çaldım yarin kapısını Baktım yarin kapıları sürmeli Hoş bulmadım otağının yapısını Çıkageldi bir…
The King of Oblivion (Written by Kirk McLeod, arranged by Seven Nations) Between the refuge…
When every block and tree offered endless chances When dreams burned with purity, love, goblins…
Here she comes like a Queen all through the wintertime Skirts that billow long after…
İçimdeki ateş dinse,külleri donsa Günler değil,aylar değil,yıllarım yansa Garip canım musallada döne döne yumsa Unutamam…