Paroles Afghani Black de House of Blow
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- Artiste: House of Blow19500
- Chanson: Afghani Black
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Textes et Paroles de Afghani Black
(oh i'm sorry.
i didn't know you were so closely... pregnant.)
i've watched them, breath faded
pay homage to jailers of lore.
you doubt me, by tantrum the passive dismiss for the infidel scourge.
oh and i'll do it so well
when it's the children on fire themselves
narcotic, catharsis, a blood to conspire
a plague to endure.
*oh and my conscience still screams,
bloody murder to me.
i hope it never, i hope it never tells me
what i want to hear.
and when your head hits the floor, your body knows it's for sure. changing up the state of dramatics.
i took you in and washed your hands,
bowed and flinched at your demands.
we walk through sin, but only my principle in hand.
plus, i guess you fight within the china shop. the gun runs red, while the china don't stop.
you know being a cop, means a heart of charity, fill the open slot.
*and my conscience still screams,
bloody murder to me.
i hope it never tells me
what i want to hear.
and when your head hits the floor,
your body knows it's for sure.
changing up the state of dramatics.
the loveless so fickle, a boredom too ripe to ignore.
relentless, the surface remedial fascist is the fate to endure.
oh, i mistook you for kin, condemned for your passion within.
narcotic, catharsis, a blood to conspire
a face to abhor.
*oh and my conscience still screams,
bloody murder to me.
i hope it never, i hope it never tells me
what i want to hear.
and when your head hits the floor,
your body knows it's for sure.
changing up the state of dramatics.
and my conscience still screams,
bloody murder to me.
i hope it never, i hope it never tells me
what i want to hear.
and when your head hits the floor,
your body knows it's for sure.
i hope it never, i hope it never tells me
what i want to hear.
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