Тексты песен «ASG»

As the smoke retreating through the snow An open door Foot prints trail by crimson life no more The skin is cold Search lights beam to the coast And ohh Falls with the tide low Thoughts from your killer dance my way...

There's still smoke retreating through the snow An open door Foot prints trail by crimson life no more The skin is cold Search lights beam to the coast And ohh Falls with the tide low Thoughts from your killer dance my...

there's one thing you should know and two things that you need the first one you can find the second i've given i'll bring it out of you if you take it out of me (something something)and your thighs are makin me shallow...

All the gods are crazy can't you see Like the firelight that builds in me Temper is the town I sank my feet Grinding churning endlessly Solar eclipse the day Mind beam narcotic state So far it looks the same High speed...

Keep down by the ones who sat by your side Guts blushing on a night shadow lonley pize In the house with no home, cut to size Hoplessly divided I bent down into the knife In the path of my foes, left to die Visions of...

Self inflicted the wound I bled for you, come now and bleed for me too Then stitch me up again Can't see the shape of your face But your eyes let my sun rise, blanket my mind Uncover me again Dead flowers on the wall...

Scratching out from hell Dig until you're tired, tired, tired Dream a while, dream for miles and miles Wreckless as the wind obeys Playful as the pain Come as you were Unwoven and broken Desperate indeed Dead in the...

Strive to fade Savor the pain Slow down brigade Key to the valet Bombs away Soak in the day Sunshine parade Brilliant decay Can't stay calm Feel the need to be alone And i im to small To take it...

The weakness is driving us wild Trapped in impatience the hunt Unleash us to victory fire Bask in the wine of our flood Millions of feet to climb these heights Thoughts not one betray I'd torture the rest of my days...

Under my bow, an arrow Northern twine, strung to a southerly stave Twilight of a life, eastern black watery gaze Western swine, fruits of the seasonal raze Surprise the break of day Gone Writhing everyone Lost smiles,...

I like you to start while You can't by far ohh But you got the nerves of someone that cares And if there where bright skies Would you come shade on our farm The future is bolder than anyone can see Lips from your...

Between the cracks in the sky Lies a gambler's vacation The odds are as sweet as a white desert heat Gravity keeps to the shade As the sunlight drains the sickness away The calories climb as I die in your mind So push...

Throwing crosses on our skin, we saved ourselfs Settin' my standard, teach your trends through the dirt all in your ears and all the dead dogs of hell they cross our veins, remain afraid and the emptyness we feel it...

Pulse straight from the sky twenty pine boxes all stacked to the side creatures of violence, creatures of violence cultures sold, keepers of dead men's souls preachers of white lies, preachers of white lies dreams...

The arch of night is hard to find We all must hide with our two eyes from you And god wars drive through all our time While long and hard the walk to try for you Leave us and go All night earth cries beautiful...

Sun down high, mountain low Give us a glimpse, I'm not sold Who wrong? who wrong? I know! I know! Give us a glimpse, I'm not sold Execution thirst Heavy danger, pretty hearse Preservation trials, I own my lonely miles...

Gotta find a reason! And this reason weighs well! There's not a goddamn thing That you can prescribe To help me through another night It's the start of a season! And this season won't change! And there's a fire...

It's not real I know It's a nightmare let go She'll peel your skin off slow Scorch your eyes as a prize Glenn and Tonya know Wolves are feeding around this town again It's a beast I know Twisty ties in a bind Acid...

Marching towards the sun The command thats under no one Master of war and lords The rain falls for 13 days The horses seem to know their number Focus on you alone All i've got is what you see x3 Pick up the stones...

Got a painting of a story Done some years ago About a man who had it all But had to go He seen more than he could hold Lost his mind again, Wife the holy whore And all guns on this bound for glory bombs and babies know...