Here's the story of a poor loser From the wrong side of the street Yes, he's a born loser It's the world, he's trying to beat And though he once tried
I've woken again in an ocean of salt Drenched from recurring Dreams of such horror They haunt my evenings Nightmares of a future so absurd This fantasy
so Jesus told his deciples "We're gonna go away. Where I go you know, They all crowd please explain" He said "You've all been stuck in 2nd grade If you
My mate Roger got a girl pregnant when he was fourteen. He was so shit = scared he told me, and when he said that her dad was a cop I thought he was
(W. Owen) So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went, And took the fire with him, and a knife. And as they sojourned both of them together, Isaac the
I've woken again in an ocean of salt, Drenched from recurring Dreams of such horror. They haunt my evenings. Nightmares of a future so absurd This fantasy
Here's the story of a poor loser From the wrong side of the street Yes, he's a born loser It's the world he's trying to beat And though he once tried
Certify! Shining stars! Although the galley's above and the water's beneath still the water reigns Can you see the dance Can you hear the sweet music
翻訳: Apologetix. 寓話のガイ.
翻訳: 許しダーデン. 蒔きの譬え.
翻訳: サリバン、ジャスミン. 蒔きの譬え.
翻訳: マシューグッドバンド. 寓話.
翻訳: チャンネル登録. 寓話.
: (W. Owen) So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went, And took the fire with him, and a knife. And as they sojourned both of them together, Isaac
A thousand words that I want to say, Dance upon my lips but never seem to take a shape. And as they choke for air and a place to go, Everyone in front