Letras de Canciones Traducidas de Narcotic Wasteland
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Narcotic Wasteland
Absent Friends
Artista: Narcotic Wasteland Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 9 months ago
You are lost but not forgotten
You are with me every day
All of the friends I had
That threw their lives away
The mark they made on space and time
Like the addict they became it is fading away
The epidemic is growing
Taking more lives everyday
Some drugs are eve
Addicted To Junk
Artista: Narcotic Wasteland Traducción porpanzas | Publicado a year ago
Living from one fix to another
Hopeless addictive personality
Has no chance against a drug like heroin
It will take control of every aspect of your life
Then one day you drown in your vomit and die
Leaving nothing behind but bad memories debt and sorrow
You betray your
Alcoholic Religious Fanatics
Artista: Narcotic Wasteland Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 9 months ago
Welcome to this place in the south where Christianity is law
For those that mindlessly commit themselves for social acceptance
But the fear of God only lasts for three hours a week in church
Then it’s back to drinking booze and beating their wives
You drink
You hate
You
Anthem For The Mentally Scarred
Artista: Narcotic Wasteland Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 10 months ago
Drowning in blood from the scars of the past
Conflicting hemispheres will it not pass
But what the mind does not know is greater than knowing
Clot in the blood through the mind it is flowing
Visions in the brain
Erratic mental strain
The course through which twisted per
Awaken The Herd Beast
Artista: Narcotic Wasteland Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 10 months ago
I loathe humanity
Despise your ignorance
A world of hatred the infectious breed
Taught from birth not to question or to think for yourself
Restricting mental growth the oblivious will descend
Awaken the heard beasts make them feel their lie
Shallow little existence fore
Coastal Killings
Artista: Narcotic Wasteland Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 8 months ago
Abused as a child
Blunt force trauma
Taught only violence
Not raised just growing
Mutating into a special mind
That gives me the permission to kill
Stealing raping murdering
Just to get rid of those bothersome feelings
In and out of reform school
Forced into s
Faces Of Meth
Artista: Narcotic Wasteland Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 10 months ago
Your innocent youth is now a faint memory
The meth has control
Slowly killing you while robbing your youth and beauty
Turning you into a waste of human
Your body is decaying and deforming
Picking at the scabs on your face
Mindless slave to the glass dick
Euphoria co
In Memoriam (Intro)
Artista: Narcotic Wasteland Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 9 months ago
[Instrumental]
Keeping Up With The Jones
Artista: Narcotic Wasteland Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 7 months ago
There is no hope or future
For the once thriving and competitive middle class
Most of them are dependent on prescription drugs
To escape the pathetic existence that became their lives
No more showing off your fancy car
No more bragging about your house or television
Hustl
Return To The Underground
Artista: Narcotic Wasteland Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 7 months ago
No expectations from a pretentious industry
No ridiculous rules and meaningless imagery
Creating the art we want
Unshackled by the ravages of mediocrity
We are totally free
To connect with people on a more personal level
Not restricting ourselves to countless false deitie
The Shackles Of Sobriety
Artista: Narcotic Wasteland Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 10 months ago
You live in fear
But it feels so good you just don’t care
Afraid to face the day with a normal state of mind
You cannot function in reality without being intoxicated
Then you get to that place where you become so frustrated
Too wasted to function
Dependent on your drug of
Widespread Narcotic Wasteland
Artista: Narcotic Wasteland Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 6 months ago
The epidemic that threatens us today
Grows in the streets stronger everyday
Pushing drugs on impressionable youth
For nothing but monetary gain
Then you hear the gunshots
Stray bullets go through my son’s bedroom wall
Luckily he was not home that day
When domestic gun