Bullets And Octane - Cancer California

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Live your life
Die a little everyday
Pretend you’ve got something to say
Nobody here is listening

Your cancer California

Pack your things to find your 15 minute fame
I hear it happens everyday
In the obituary
Simple dream to a hooker on the street
Kept alive by her apathy
Started with good intentions

Your cancer California
Burn up, burn out, burn away

You burn away, you burn away, you burn away

Live your life
Die a little everyday
I thought you had something to say
Your cancer California
Trust me darling, my next victim
Don’t believe in me
I’m your savior and destruction
I’ll take everything

Inne utwory

  • I caught fire
  • Bad things to bad people
  • Building a legend
  • Song for the underdog
  • Breakout
  • Caving in
  • All Hail Halo
  • Queen mirage
  • Sweet dreams
  • The perfect bitch
  • Last Mistake
  • My disease
  • Bathroom floor
  • Going blind
  • Losowe utwory

    The journey

    Go with love upon your journey, go with wonder in your heart,
    May the light be there to guide you through the terrors of the dark,
    You have always been a good friend, but I won t know when you
    Have arrived, and I wish that I could see you...

    Hello heartbreak

    Hello, hello, hello, hello, heartbreak
    Hello, hello, hello, hello, heartbreak

    I got a strange connection to pain
    I can t seem to walk away from hurt
    I m always running into danger zone
    I need protection, a change
    What is affection? It s I m longing for
    It cuts me deep, but I m still wanting more

    Hello,...

    Happiness

    Have you ever felt before
    That everyone around you knows the deal
    Except you
    And it makes you feel
    Like a moray eel
    Green and blue

    But listen up because
    I know just how it feels to want more than you have
    In life

    Have you ever felt uncool
    On the way to school, you drag your feet around.
    Sometimes you...

    Jestem Słowianinem

    Wisła, Bałtyk, Tatry, Kresy.
    ź, dź, ś, ć, ą
    Wierzba, Bursztyn, Powstanie warszawskie, Targowica.
    Jestem Słowianinem z Lecha, z Piasta.

    ...

    Capture the magic

    Behind the looking glass is a world of its own
    Reflecting a distant past, imagery of the unknown
    A vision that chills to the bone

    Have you ever felt like you were facing the end
    Never to see the light of day again?
    You feel it in your heart, it...