You say the world's an eventful place You give me news I don't want to know You say that I should care That I should speak my mind Oh, but how can I
Isolation Icon & The Blackguard [Text: T.Scorn / Gideon, Music: I.Hate] I unmasked my genesis, this given inbound patricide While clairvoyance killed
These sheets won't touch the floor tonight She's wearin' that shirt that cuts to her shoulders Better off with the dress that drags Better off with the
He'd explain to you but it would take too long Why he is right and everybody else is wrong He'd endeavor friend to make your mind correct He'd try but
fuiste cobarde y la gente lo sabe, ya nunca jamas seremos amigos Eres un canalla tu no eres mi amigo eres un cobarde pero tu que te has creido Eres un canalla
So now you want the whole world to notice that you've come around, Now you expect, We'll see how you're really so much better now, But I know the truth
Was that somebody screaming... It wasn't me for sure I lift my head up from uneasy pillows Put my feet on the floor Cut my wrist on a bad thought And
Translation: A-ha. Scoundrel Days.
Translation: Calamaro, Andres. Canalla.
Translation: Bird And Bee. You're A Cad.
Translation: Georg Danzer. I'm a creep.
Translation: El Canto Del Loco. You are a scoundrel.
Translation: June. Scandals And Scoundrels.
Translation: Miguel Bose. Verde Canalla.
Translation: Of Montreal. An Epistle To A Pathological Creep.
Translation: Scallywag. Photosynthesis.
Translation: Sonora De Margarita. Canalla.