Gym Class Heroes - Za intro

Tekst :

Hi, have you ever wondered what it would be like to listen to some music?
Well this is your big chance.
You see, music is much like a brochetted butterfly, with a shadowy prominade of effervescence, yet sloos down the bottom of misty moutains of darkness.
Like a flirtatious flounder upon a non-reflecting mirror.
God, what is this opaque window of comfort, that we cannot overcome?
It is a manafestation of love.
It a forest of emtpiness and it is an ocean with no water except where that which fills it.
So as you listen to this masterpiece release yourself from the prison of captivity and let your soul free.
Because only a free soul can be captured by greedy soul theives.
Who will have sold it to Leprechaun gold miners.
But it is only when your soul is taken away, that you can take it back.
And this my friend, does not make any sense whatsoever, or does it, no it does not.
Ladies and Gentlemen I give you The Papercut Chronicles.

Inne utwory

  • On my own time
  • The boomerang theory
  • Eighty-five
  • Crab apple kids
  • Taxi driver
  • Food for mic skills
  • Good vibrations
  • Extra extra
  • Pillmatic
  • Take a look at my girlfriend
  • Shell shock
  • Under the bridge
  • Viva la white girl
  • Boomerang theory
  • A beautiful day
  • Losowe utwory

    The real me

    You ll never know the real me
    even when you trying hard
    you ll never gonna feel the beating of my heart
    who would have ever believed that love can bring
    me on my knees
    it s heavy on my heart

    You ll never gonna see me crying in the night
    and even going underneath the same...

    The pentecostal

    Zombie of Jesus, heavenly fascist, worse of the worse,
    Christian emphatic, baptized in panic, symbol rebirth,
    Life ever after, total disaster, sick and perverse.

    Glazed eyes of emptiness stare into space,
    Brain washed to clean the sins you have embraced,
    Dancing with serpents, and chanting to god.
    Drinking of poison...

    Póki to nie zabronione

    Z żył zdrapujesz świeże krosty
    kompot z maku własnie ostygł
    i ostatnia prosta igła
    dała kopa aż się wygła
    koszmarna zawierucha
    wije ci się w oczka zajęcze
    lubisz jak ci chucha
    jakie masz ciekawe wnętrze

    Myśmy młodzi mamy trądzik
    nam...

    Movin out

    We all live on the edge of town,
    Where we all live, ain t a soul around.
    People start a comin , all we do is just a grin,
    Said we gotta move it out, cause the city s movin in.
    I...

    Margaret

    Hearing her voice was like hearing the future so i covered my ears cuz i didn t want to hear her and just the same words come spilling out of my mouth looking at her is like looking in the mirror so i closed my eyes cuz i didn t...