Thy Light Suici.De.Pression歌词

Nostalgia for what I can't repair When life didn't came this crude I still homesick for nowhere Condemned wanderer of solitude. Transcending into the depths of mourn (Quote from the sovietic-filmmaker Andrei Tarkovsky: "Nostalgia is a feeling through

Desolate, I just watch the trail in which I walked to get here... ...all in vain, no reward to make me lift up my head. Bitter was my defeat, I see the sky covered with the grey smoke that my eyes were never able to stand. ...in the decaying reality.

[Instrumental:]* 专辑:Suici.De.Pression 歌手:Thy Light 歌曲:...And I Finally Reach my End

I contemplate the decaying force of the forged nature, that I have been forced to admire. None of this is more special then a bitter draft at sunrise. I am just flesh attached to bones that serve no other purpose, other than rotting; The beauty of ev

The clock's hands fold, I feel pulsing in my chest all the agony of one more day, in this world of darkness. Through my nostrils, runs the smell of my own death printed on the grey sunday sky. I kill myself, take my life... In my last mourning I real

[Hook] Let's love tonight You can dim the lights while I pour the wine We can make love tonight girl I'll take you there if its all right [Verse 1] I've been hurt before, My hearts been torn into a million pieces Had to pick them up and start over.

el tango de roxanne ewan mcgregor jose feliciano jacek koman from moulin rouge soundtrack (jacek koman:) we'll drive you we'll drive you mad roxanne you don't have to put on that red light walk the streets for money you don't care if it's wrong or if

A stick a stone It's the end of the road, It's the rest of the stump It's a little alone It's a sliver of glass, It is life, it's the sun, It is night, it is death, It's a trap, it's a gun. The oak when it blooms, A fox in the brush, The knot in the

É pau, é pedra, é o fim do caminho É um resto de toco, é um pouco sozinho A stick, a stone, It's the end of the road, It's feeling alone It's the weight of your load It's a sliver of glass It's light, it's the sun It's night, it's death It's a knife,