Tekster:
The Cure The Empty World

As stiff as toys And tall as men And swaying like the wind torn trees She talked about the empty world With eyes like poisoned birds She talked about

: As stiff as toys And tall as men And swaying like the wind torn trees She talked about the empty world With eyes like poisoned birds She talked about

: As stiff as toys And tall as men And swaying like the wind torn trees She talked about the empty world With eyes like poisoned birds She talked about

if I wanted They're callin' on my job, I'm gettin' letters in the mail The haters in the hood all hopin' that I fail My pocket's on slim fast, tank on empty

literary, genius, and a superior beat creator Have come together, and we made a Musical composition which we think is a remedy To cure all the dance floors that's empty

I see the people I pass by in the streets well nothing but empty looks I see the people who put trust in who they meet well nothing but empty lives I

The world is turning upside-down, no-one's in the black The king is on the balcony, the queen is in the sack He's lying through his golden teeth, she'

to use her vocab, they sounded sloppy She had a style, all her own, respectful and pure I was sick in the head for her, and there wasn't a cure [

you ask me once Discover me like emptiness A defense for a broken heart Still offers a smile to the world betrayed Always close to the drop Disappear with yesterday Cure