Dead Poetic - Stereo child

Tekst :

(Your tradition)
I’m getting so sick of creating this music to please you
The way it used to be is the very thing that blinds you.

That’s why you can’t see my God move
‘Cause this is not then, and I’m not like you.

(Damnation)
Your excuse for good advice. Their mouths are wide, but you feed them lies
(Reputation)
You’re full of indecency. You are exactly the portrait they painted you to be.

Stereo Child

That’s why you can’t see my God move
‘Cause this is not then, and I’m not like you.

You refuse to speak, and they’ll listen.

But I won’t be predicted.
I won’t be your stereo.
I won’t be predicted, never.

Inne utwory

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  • Burgundy
  • Taste the red hands
  • Hostages
  • The corporate enthusiast
  • Four wall blackmail
  • Glass in the trees
  • Bury the difference
  • A hoax to live for
  • August Winterman
  • New medicines
  • Losowe utwory

    Down the road tonight

    There s a place
    A local roadside shack
    A poor man s Paris with a parking lot in the back
    There s a girl there
    She knows how to unwind
    She don t talk much but she knows just how to act
    I said...

    Now i know

    Innocence,
    I came to you searching for something.
    You touch a flame, deep inside
    and what I feel, I can t hide
    Grains of sand, on the shore,
    I won t search anymore

    Now I know, What love is,
    from both sides
    I ve learnt this

    Every...

    Barrum

    Nowe teorie wyruszają na podboje
    Popatrz tylko, co się może stać
    Gdy pięćdziesiąt lat porządku, ogólnej szczęśliwości
    Rozpada się w godzinę i minut czterdzieści pięć

    Gdzie są te idee, które obiecały wiele?
    Popatrz tylko, co się tutaj dzieje
    Po jednej stronie jest bałagan, przemoc i wojny
    Po drugiej stronie...

    Far away

    One common, subterranean destination
    One life, another day
    A vestal child unveiled by temptation
    Innocence slips away

    Far away

    Been down so long
    Too deep the water that I tread
    Sometimes I feel myself going under
    Sometimes I envy the dead

    Far away
    ...

    Mirame a los ojos

    Dices que oyes voces casi cada noche,
    crees que te voy a engañar.
    Ven, no te equivoques, siéntate,
    se un hombre, aclaremos dudas y en paz,
    si los amigos no me ven suficiente bien para ti,
    me importa un higo, eres tu, solo tu,