Letras de Canciones Traducidas de Dead Poetic
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Dead Poetic
A Hoax to live for
Artista: Dead Poetic Traducción porDaniel Chipe | Publicado 15 years ago
You're all just staring, angry faces, begging for a place to die.
Or I could leave you where you stand,
Up upon that hill that'll fall to the wayside.
This hoax to live for, dictating regulation
Arlington armas
Artista: Dead Poetic Traducción porDaniel Chipe | Publicado 15 years ago
I watch the walls fall down on Suburbia.
Land of the free, home of the self-enslaved.
On you!
I watched them bleed, I watched them fall to their face.
I watched them scream as they pray for a tast
Glass in the trees
Artista: Dead Poetic Traducción porDaniel Chipe | Publicado 15 years ago
I don't want to come back here, to this place.
It's a cold that only comes from blaming yourself for two decades wasted.
And I don't want to come back here, to this place.
When it all just repeats
Modern morbid prophecies
Artista: Dead Poetic Traducción porDaniel Chipe | Publicado 15 years ago
Do we have the time to lay the line between true life, and you in mine.
I want to reel it back before the day when simplicity was washed away.
Like modern morbid prophecies fulfilled.
Like biting
New medicines
Artista: Dead Poetic Traducción porDaniel Chipe | Publicado 15 years ago
These are the words that tear you apart.
And these are the words that take you away.
And these are just words they'll tear you apart.
When no one here will say what needs to say.
New medicines s
Pretty Pretty
Artista: Dead Poetic Traducción porDaniel Chipe | Publicado 15 years ago
Pretty Pretty, she looks so needy.
Sheâs calm in the face, but sheâs never forgetting every other time Iâve been
Angry, raging, clenched up hands.
But I know better than to mix you in my ragi
The Dream Club Murders
Artista: Dead Poetic Traducción porPABLO | Publicado 15 years ago
So after all, you needed more than a death-threat fall.
You needed more, and I let you fall.
Into the coffin with your floor-dropped jaw.
And I remember you aspiration, your dream to fit in.
But i
vanus empty
Artista: Dead Poetic Traducción porDaniel Chipe | Publicado 15 years ago
It's a deep, red wound. Enough to stare.
It's a beautiful rose and everyone's aware
You squeeze it tight enough to bleed.
But suicide is something we'd rather not mention here.
In our beautiful wo
