Motograter - Wrong

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I hear voices, deep within me
Finding out, I m not so strong
Sometimes I don t think so clearly
Get the feeling something s wrong
Wrong!! Got it wrong!! Always wrong!! Something s wrong!!
Infectious, a scab unto the world
Seems that my whole life s been a farce, wishing on the stars
I m just a poster, for what we shouldn t be!
I d put your whole world in a noose!
On the surface, I seem normal
Everything, as it should be
Farther down though, I m so ugly
Something you won t ever see!
Wrong!! Got it wrong!! Always wrong!! Something s wrong!!
Infectious, a scab unto the world
It seems my whole life s been a farce, wishing on a star
I m just a poster, for what you shouldn t be
I ll put the whole world in a noose!
Plagued with sickness
Stained from inside out!!
Lately, I don t feel so healthy
Get the feeling something s wrong!!
Wrong!! Got it wrong!! Always wrong!! Something s wrong!!
Infectious, a scab unto the world
It seems my whole life s been a farce, wishing on the stars
You re just a poster, for what I shouldn t be!
You d put this whole world in a noose!

Inne utwory

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  • No name
  • Suffocate
  • Losowe utwory

    Snowflakes

    No longer I can conceal I have been faking
    That somewhere in my heart I feel a love so true
    And everytime I see your smile
    I find my love for you worthwhile
    And if you take me for romance I ll fall in love again

    We are snowflakes...

    Tell me more and then some

    Tell me more and then some
    Daddy you know what I wanna hear
    I want some more and then some of that
    I love you only dear

    I want some more and then some
    Oh how you feel
    And then when you done...

    Wrong man

    You say we re all the same. You don t even know my name.
    Sometime somewhere someone wants hurt you and I m one of them
    So I take all the blame...
    You think you know about me...
    You don t know a damn thing about me!

    I m not all men X2 I...

    Homem bomba

    A musica é assimtoda
    Requebrando a cosciência
    Na fumaça das vaidades
    humilhadas envenena as conclusões
    como meu sangue nunca vai
    nunca vai, vai virar vinho
    no final do mês se acende o pavio
    então

    bum,bum,bum, o homem bomba
    ataque

    Hope against hope

    When i need to talk to you.
    it s not what you say, it s what you do.
    just like you don t even care.
    it s all those little things, ohhhh that get to me.
    won t let them get to me.
    ohhhh, get to me.
    why can t we just have a little simple...