Armored Saint - Crisis of life
Tekst :
Intruder alert continues to flirt
And stagger and trip up my life
The sinister thoughts unfairly rots
My brain can t put up a fight
Oh the nightmare
Can it be put to an end
The fact is I know I m not dreaming again
Steel on my skin
Oh carve with that knife
Crisis of life
I m falling, I m falling
Crisis of life
Carving my mind
I m falling, I m falling
Crisis of life
Mentally, Physically draining my skull
Of every thought entering (how)
Feelin just like a voodoo doll
About to be struck by a pin
Oh the threshold comes to a staggering halt
Even though the guilty don t know it s his fault
Steel on my skin
Oh carve with that knife
Crisis of life
I m falling, I m falling
Crisis of life
Carving my mind
I m falling, I m falling
Crisis of life
Oh the knifes dug in
Carving my life
Oh the life is him
Overflowing amount of impatience
Crisis of life
I m falling, I m falling
Crisis of life
Carving my mind
I m falling, I m falling
Crisis of life
Crisis of life
I m falling, I m falling
Crisis of life
Carving my mind
I m falling, I m falling
Crisis a crisis of life
I m falling, I m falling Crisis of life
I m losing it, Crisis of life
Crisis of life
Inne utwory
Aftermath Released Damaged The pillar False alarm Mutiny on the world Lesson well learned Creepy feelings March of the saint The truth always hurts Over the edge Burning question Conqueror No me digas Losowe utwory
Do you remember when we met?
That s the day I knew you were my pet
I wanna tell you how much I love you
Come with me, my love
To the sea, the sea of love
I wanna tell you just how much...
Yesterday I said today, But that didn t
work out
I love you. I m not good for you I kind
of slept with your friends
dont make excuses
(chorus)
If I had the time I d sit and watch you cry
If...
A deep dark secret
Down at the bottom of this drink
Can t keep it
I ve forgotten it
A story that was told
As I worked harder than we ever wished to be
Me, I m burning
I ll grab...
They come to track down the sobbing
They come to sully the sorrow
To see the bloody insides
To eat their fill of dispair
They come to track down the sobbing
To pulverize the most intimate pains
Let s feed the felines
Choking on the thought of leaving,
Drinking to keep from sobbing
4pm, 4 dollar pints - SFO - the time and price.
With all my happiness aborted, the PA painfully starts boarding
I sink deep - 30 thousand feet into my window seat - electric...