sings its song for him A room with a view You're looking at him He's looking through you A room with a view Who's fooling who There's got to be something
its song for him A room with a view You're looking at him He's looking through you A room with a view Who's fooling who There's got to be something that
Preklad: Death Angel. Room With A View.
dead out of control lost memories staircase into tools twisted playthings on the staircase fools whose weapons twists darker rooms lit with left out
angels talk, this I hear You want to walk and talk like the angels, tell me then dear With a smile in the sun and a face in the sand Sitting on a swing
of her voice. a quick glance in the rear view mirror reveals to him the vision of 3rd unattached eyeball. a star of dried cream at the bottom of the styrofoam
walk like the angels talk where are you from you want to walk and talk like angels talk tell me then some with a room by the sea and a voice in the sand
her control A moment of madness unfettered a soul That would relish a freedom denied once before By a desperate nation with it's back to the wall Within a
a soul That would relish a freedom denied once before By a desperate nation with it's back to the wall Within a split second of reading this text The
a chance J.W. be an angel for me Come on and fill our glass And so we understand There was talk of a deal You said, there was no more room You know
embraces her protectively. The PHANTOM freezes for a moment and then suddenly seizes a pike upon which is impaled a skull. At a movement from him a
"fallen angel head crashes dead out of control lost memories staircase twists darker rooms lit with left out toys after playing men changes toys into
us a chance J.W. - be an angel for me C'mon and fill our glass And so we understand There was talk of a deal You said there was no more room Do you
occurred here this night the angel had clearly seen not unlike an old fashioned movie upon a silvered screen that borders on the edge of a forgotten
her protectively. The PHANTOM freezes for a moment and then suddenly seizes a pike upon which is impaled a skull. At a movement from him a flash of
man shot down I'm from Martin Luther King, respect it it's holy ground Who'd a thought a nigga out a shotgun house Would ever drive a car with a angel
