original anymore but your riffs are wearin thin fuckin floor it give us all whiplash turn it up to eleven, it's time to thrash! going from rock to fakie
Stand beside the stage people cries out loud we gotta chase the favorite sound something that kills the crowd we've been looking for some action and we
The night comes up i feel so cold Feel your body against my neck I need you love to carry on Would you come back to me again I slept beside you for too
Translation: Fakie. Trying D Back.
Translation: Fakie. Crepusculario.
Translation: Fakie. The Final Day.
Translation: Fakie. El Monte.
Translation: Fakie. What could go So Bad.
Translation: Fakie. Paris.
Translation: Fakie. Material World.
Translation: Fakie. Miro Al Cielo.
Translation: Fakie. Thanks.
Translation: Fakie. Singing In Soledad.
Translation: Fakie. Buenas Noches Hasta Siempre.
Translation: Fakie. Artificial.
Translation: Fakie. 500 km north.
Translation: Fakie. Friday Again.
