Tekster:
Your Favorite Enemies The Voice Inside

eyes I miss the voice inside my head For all the blames, every whisper Gave up the noise, wish I was dead I miss the voice inside my head To kill

the eyes I miss the voice inside my head For all the blames, every whisper Gave up the noise, wish I was dead I miss the voice inside my head To kill

the sound of your voice or a passing minute Blown like your hair in the breeze You are the one to let our star fall down like a stone in a river You stole the life inside

of itself until the pressure finally created a pearl-like thought he spoke to the world, Ive seen all of your lives and Ive heard all of your conversations

the sound of your voice or a passing minute. Blown like your hair in the breeze. You are the one to let our star fall down like a stone in a river. You stole the life inside

to think psychically make the speakers peak deliriously Off their high horse make an ass of their views Your DJ must not know the alphabet forgetting his cues My favorite