Death rates - 89 Tried so hard to die Hide in the corners of the mind From all corners start to fight How, how did I get on this crazy ride Ride The engine
(instrumental)
It seems that i've become nothing withing these walls that's broken your neck too how did we get here? it's not like i don't deserve, displaying this
Verse 1: I had a dream I fell from the clouds Through the darkest depths of your heart And I fell to the ground Lied there and looked to the stars I jumped
Preklad: Z. Zadné sedadlo vodiča.
Death rates - 89 Tried so hard to die Hide in the corners of the mind From all corners start to fight How, how did I get on this crazy ride Ride The