1. |
Turns And Corners
03:20
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Lungs are heavy bullets for my chest
I put it all together, I decorate some mess
Lord have mercy on this faithful girl
Take me better, rip me off for her
Everybody's got waking sometime
From a distant path
From turns and corners that hiding dangerous
When you are laying, your face in the dust
The bitter ground beneath you is one to trust
Then soon or later you'll get your pay
It might be as unfair as a devil's game
Everybody's got waking sometime
From a distant path
From turns and corners that hiding dangerous
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The Strangest Spiral
04:30
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Shake, shake an easy make
Have you ever tied a swimming pool' snake?
Bite fast it ain't so hard
It gonna last until you wanna drop
Fight well, pretend you can
Smiling face so someone said: "It's a man!"
Drunk and broke away from home
Noone mind to leave you on your own
I'm on the strangest spiral
Of a life's decay
I've been told as a kid
Boy, don't waste your life away
Death ride upon the streets
People taught not to bend their knees
Rock stars, trap gods,
Everybody's shit is all I ever got
Need, crave, hold it with teeth
Give nobody your little tiny piece
Strange brew, no boil
Use nails if you gonna dig the soil
I'm on the strangest spiral
Of a life's decay
I've been told as a kid
Boy, don't waste your life away
I waste me life away
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3. |
Pizza Massacre
02:40
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Run And Shake
03:34
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The blazing sunset in your eyes
Ain't no faking, ain't no faking
You choose the way of run and hide
Run and shaking, run and shaking
There is no way you gonna lose
Ain't no loser, ain't no loser
Until you suddenly brake yourself apart
The blazing sunset in your eyes
Don't you make it an illusion
You choose the way of run and hide
Ain't no loser, ain't no loser
There is no way you gonna choose
No rebel and no decision
Until you suddenly wake yourself among
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Got in the fight, ain't no blood
Ain't no damage you can see
Stab my heart with your knife
Burn my soul inside of me
Rase your razor, blaze your arm
Rip a place apart again and you'll get yours
Yes, you'll get yours
I'll hit your head with an empty bottle of glass
Just like your love
Metal skin, a piece of mad
That's the shit I ain't that glad
My bet ready all the time
To hit the crown a knead the ground
Hold your pretty by yourself
Ain't no lie, to me it ain't no love
It's deadly fight
I'll hit your head with an empty bottle of glass
Just like your love
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