07 abril 2005

Disturbed

There's no time
It's too tight
I lost my sight
How can I fly?

Fly away from pain
I don't want it again
The hope stills remain
What do you saying my friend?

The magic is back
Bringing the total black
Black Power
Power of Black

I feel a lack of being someone else
Who the hell am I?
What the fuck!
It's up dog!

Smash it up!
Fuckin' up!
I want the seven up!
Oh gosh...

I'm living on the edge
My time is over
The game is ending now
Turnin' off!!!!!!!!!!

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