I'm sleeping my way out of this one With anyone who will lie down I'll be stuck fixated on one star When the world is crashing down I keep telling myself
I love the way that you bite your lip And how it tastes when I'm attached to it You move, like... I love the way that you bite your lip And how it tasts
Translation: Fall Out Boy. 7 Minutes In Heaven (Atavan Halen).
: I'm sleeping my way out of this one With anyone who will lie down I'll be stuck fixated on one star When the world is crashing down I keep telling
Godless Lawless Stifled Bondage The grubs are fastened In sackcloth and ashes We are the children Of amnesia of heaven Their cries go unrequited Lost
Lock and load Kill em all Let the lord Sort em out Fortifying lies for the Triggerman A honey-tongued devil do as she commands Psychotic! So patriotic
Not to touch the earth Not to see the sun Nothing left to do, but Run, run, run Let's run Let's run House upon the hill Moon is lying still Shadows of
We dream like lions Warm in the frost Fresh from the kill Tiny teeth and claws We dream like lions Deep beneath the loam The windows of his soul Ash
At the state museum in a glass display a Viking sword and shield lay Which instinctively I recognized and my Danish blood began to rise I smashed the
Translation: Auburn. Throwbacks.
: Lock and load Kill em all Let the lord Sort em out Fortifying lies for the Triggerman A honey-tongued devil do as she commands Psychotic! So patriotic
: A soft procession of endless hymns swallowing bullets like sleeping pills Across the floor of an ancient room it was not God, it was not the moon
: Hush now, close your eyes open your mouth, swallow lies Hush now, close your eyes open your mouth, swallow, swallow lies Moth breath fluttering He
