Lyrics
And other history of terror
Reflection, a flower, a misión and tension
Breakdown meltdown drown the soul
Turn your back and not ... hold
Think about //things right
Living that we make... We make know Never came around// Never came a round
It's future in our existence
What make us experienced?
Experienced
What make us experienced?
What make
Standing abroad
In another country
That you make me go
"Go, Go"
U are the same shit
From before I left
But fighting till the end
When u see my gold tooth shine
Forget you are come back
When u see my gold tooth shine
No ring
No call
It's all gone
No ring
No call
And other history of terror
Reflection, a flower, a misión and tension
Drown di soul
It's future in our existence
What make us experienced