A Hostage
(Indisponível)
J'ai une ame solitare
Feels the same
Can you not see it?
Your lips are dripping poison
The feeling will last forever
The fighting is over
Won without a sound
Alone in a white room
Alone with no one
Exstacy
Constancy
Rapidly
One, Two, Three
And if I get the chance
To lead one sheep astray
I'll pull the rope with aching teeth
There's something in his eyes
The war torn streets of Paradise
How hard the code to break
Depends on what's at stake
Perpetual state of measure
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