Maldita sea, esto de la separacion duele como la chingada.
Solucion: Ira=Trivium!
Like Light To The Flies
Behold our beloved revelsIn tragedy (in tragedy)
Self-denying avarice for bloodshed
Behold hypocrite
Those who run will be burned
Those who run will be burned
Those who run will be burned
Those who run will be burned
Devoutly wished for blinded eyes
This tragedy's like light to the flies
This seems to suit you better
Bleeding out the eyes
Hope's left in chain suspension
Holding onto lies, to make the truth
Dying In Your Arms
I'm wearing thin wearing out becoming weak
Holding hands with this rope she's my self-destructive
Bleeding disease the things that makes it hard to breathe
But if I shoved you far away
This addict just starved again asphyxiated
[Chorus]
And now I see it's you that's tearing me ensnaring me
This is my dying in your arms I cut you out now set me free
Lynched high above what used to be
In her gallows built for me
So I escaped cut this noose around my
Neck I break free to see the things you blinded me
And I shoved you far away
Now I live the life I dreamed of
You're dead to me
[Chorus x2]
You poisoned my life
So I take this knife
And I cut you out
Cut you out
[Chorus x2]
viernes, 29 de septiembre de 2006
Aww Fuck
Por Fredy a las 6:55 p.m.
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