Sleep tight, my unborn child Sleep tight, sleep tight Sleep tight, my unborn child Sleep tight, sleep tight Close your empty eyes, my child, close your
Солнечный свет,ясное небо Его больше нет,я убил это лето Влюблённые пары,ночь до рассвета Её больше нет,я убил это лето Друзья,алкоголь,смех у подъезда
Кто-то забывает боль Кто-то просит алкоголь Кто-то надевает маску С видом,что ему прекрасно Ну а я вновь не в порядке Потерял,играя в прятки Потерял свою
Акварель и гуашь На листке ярко-красном. Нарисованная кровь Это всё так ужасно. Исковерканные лица - Кто в петле, кто под дулом Интересно, что художник
Вспомни обо мне Когда услышишь мой голос В песнях,которые пою для тебя Вспомни и узнай Как всё переборолось Когда чувству любовь,я сказал прощай Вспоминай
me to your life, you can't link me to your lies. X(2) Cradle of empty promise. Once the truth is seen, it can never be lost. Cradle of empty
Poor boys and pilgrims with families And we are going to Graceland And my traveling companions Are ghosts and empty sockets I'm looking at ghosts and empties
When you're in the cradle The rain will fall And wash your dreams Stars are stars And they shine so hard Now you spit out the sky Because it's empty
no wins here This sport's extreme, know what I mean? Gettin' royalties, 'Down With The King' Crack, crack, cracks in the cradle Cracks, in the cradle Cracks in the cradle
Is at the old home, awaiting him there Out in the hallway there stands a vacant chair Had an old pair of shoes he used to wear Empty now the cradle,
Jesus is there through it all When you're tired of crying, tired of trying Feeling Empty and tempted to fall There is one there beside you to comfort
a greater story Written long before me Because He loves you like this So I will carry you While your heart beats here Long beyond the empty cradle Through
on me And leave me here to bleed Cradle falls (I live save inside my cell) (In the darkness that surrounds me) Unholy walls Cradle falls, unholy walls Cradle
Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay Were laid spread out before me, as her body once did All five horizons revolved around her soul, as the
Where's the feeling we knew then (Whisper, my friend...) So we pick up, with empty cup In dreaming we thrive As we doze alone, and cradle stone Am
- some do without - others have plenty. It sticks in my throat - my stomach's in knots, while your box is so full - mine's perpetually empty. From the cradle
dust we kicked up no longer could be seen. And 1873 was a very bad year for me. 1873 was a very bad year for me. We cradled their babies. Made up their
your father is a bully And he thinks that you're a pest And your sister she's no better than a whore Life seems so rosy in the cradle But I'll be a
