I stay away of that fucking kind of liberty all the blaming on an enemy? is that a little bit of destiny?
and you will get your choice so feel your choice
take your time to feel their dirty kind of misty rhymes I hear the red voices in the dawn it sounds like burning red molotows
so I have to run away push him away red kind of day it´s the fire of molotow
he killed enough And it burns your head off do you feel it? you can run away push it away that kind of day so you can´t get enough of it´s enough of molotow!
stay away! do not be a victim of yesterday all the blaming on one enemy, Is that a little bit of irony?
so take your choice! so it is no more waiting But just pretty faking so raise your voice! pushkins poems need some food
Run away push him away red kind of day it´s the fire of molotow he killed enough and it burns your head off do you feel it? you can run away push it away that kind of day so you can´t get enough of it´s enough of molotow!
can't get enough of it´s enough of molotow!
am I able? Is that the truth? fallen walls turns into aching gold and silver are just war deliverer pain and anger feeds our shiver
so run away push him away red kind of day it´s the fire of molotow he killed enough and it burns your head off do you feel it? you can run away push it away that kind of day so you can´t get enough of it´s enough of molotow!
run away or Push`kin away that kind of day it´s the fire of molotows what killed enough all because of molotows!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
