We have short time to stay Our night is slipping far away Caught up within bad memories Our growth seems certain to decay Now this feeling's so alive
We have short time to stay, Our night is slipping far away. Caught up within bad memories, Our growth seems certain to decay. Now this feeling's so alive
Preklad: Jazda. Úpadok.
he slowly too fades away And there follows his wagon behind him that's loaded with clay And the seeds that were silent all burst into bloom, and decay
Drifting softly, riding shadows Let me float away Closing my eyes, wandering so far Trying to stop this slow decay Aah, I'll never be the same again
hide and it ain't no place to run And plus I pack a Bible, a shovel and a shot gun And I'm go preach a funeral, ICP don't ride a hearse You think it
you're never gonna top it On a run, oh, no way you can stop it Total style, perfection in decay Running wild, flat out all the way Now you can ride it
the matter with calamity anyway? Right, get the fuck outta my face Understand that I can't feel anything It isn't like, I wanna sift through the decay
tomorrow That shit never come This is very hard to swallow Get your ass up, man Keep your hand up on that throttle You better ride all day, ride all
In the top of the trees all these eyes follow me All is black like the crows, stiff my neck as it bows On my knees I will play, among death and decay
All around you slow decay Wanna feel the sun of the new day Forget the chances that you lost Shedding innocence like falling dust All the things you
we live in I heard a man once say If you're prone to flights of fancy Your dreams can fly away See the sights around you Of breakdown and decay Wrought
worshipped, polished magnificently Now I lay in decay By the dirty angry bay I'm ready to leave I wanna get out of here I'm ready to ride away I don'
Waking up to face another nightmare day Blood drips from the mouth, my teeth decay Deep depression is coming on fast Got to get me my crystal breakfast
mother-daughter clones go by We're in a race against time And time might be winning And it's not gonna take all day long Watching the urban decay all
long dessciated pus, Wiping the firt from my hands, As I walk from the grave that I've trampled to dust... Caskets uprooted, mausoleums stained red, Riding
was worshiped, polished magnificently Now I lay in decay by the dirty angry bay I'm ready to leave, I wanna be out of here I'm ready to ride away, I
