Secret Lives Of The Freemasons все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

And if what you've got is still nothing, you feel
the chill as summer leaves. Breathe the cold into
your lungs and known you truly are alone. We walk
the streets until we freeze and hope the warmth
will set us free. And know that you have lied and
I wish I could be there on the day you die -
alone. We'll bury you in the snow and steel will
break frozen ground as these arms lower you down

Well hey there pretty drama
What kind of shit you gonna start tonight
Between them or you and I
Oh no there she goes
I think she's looking for a fight
But tell me what give you the right
What's wrong with your mouth
You seem to be talking out the side