We Are The Powerrangers Of Hardcore Lyrics & Chords By Tackleberry

If I lived alone living in "sin", I wouldn't know where to begin. Scratching at the walls, tearing through the dirt nails buried deep in the ground. I lift up my body and...read more

Hey mike what the fuck are you thinking? And where did you go with my Fathers gun. I still don't believe it but think about it I'd blame you too. But that was years ago and this...read more

Here I am. Damned to be a whore. I have nothing. Nowhere to go. These days are dark. This city is empty. Empty like you. Empty like me. Where has all the light gone that kept us...read more

Die grüne Flasche fest umklammert In der linken Hand - Ein Rest Farbe In diesem ganzen Durcheinander Zwischen schwarz und weiß Zwölf Uhr mittags Am Ende der Straße scheint...read more

Du hältst die Hand vor den Mund, doch die Worte quillen über Du trennst die Stimmbänder durch, doch die Laute kommen wieder Du versuchst krampfhaft, deinen Mund zu halten Doch...read more