
Date of issue: 28.07.2016
Record label: Ipecac
Song language: English
Some Sort of Justice |
Blue eyes has given me his? |
Tall hands and black poems in his head. |
Father spoke comfort break me, |
but all this sound should turn me down. |
My head melts tight from lack of sense. |
A thought disease that you have gave. |
Father spoke comfort break me, |
but all this sound should break me down. |
But don’t think for one moment that life wont find a way. |
You keep on making the same mistakes. |
and crossing the river you bury your tail deep in my back. |
Was it my, my mistake, if I knew you’d make. |
The time you cut now starts to |
speak. |
And soon your mouth wont have a say. |
Father spoke comfort break me, |
but all this sound should turn me down. |
Don’t think for one moment that life wont find a way. |
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Eastern Promises | 2020 |
Vanishing Tide | 2020 |
The Palpitations Form A Limit | 2004 |
Deus Ex Machina | 2004 |
Nowhere Sides | 2017 |
Reap the Roots | 2016 |
Tandem Happiness | 2016 |
Ojo Al Cristo De Plata | 2009 |
What's Left in You | 2016 |
Spell Broken Hearts | 2016 |
If It Was a Snake It Would Have Bit You | 2016 |
Hollow Change | 2016 |
Victor | 2017 |
Sandra | 2017 |
Harboring a Sadist | 2016 |
Rojo | 2017 |
Merit | 2017 |
Victimas Del Cielo | 2011 |