Paint it black

Letras de Canciones Traducidas de Paint it black

Total de letras traducidas: 40

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    Caught in the act, you fucking thief. Give it back; it's not yours to keep. I guess you're trying to prove that candy-coated bullshit still goes down smooth, So we won't choke or gag, just wave the white flag.<br / ...

    amnesia

    While you were watching your back, they kicked in your front door. Do you think that you can launch a counterattack, lying face down on the floor? How do you expect to heed the call, blind ...

    angel

    Iw as running out of breath, I was running out of time. Every clock tick reminds (me) that I'm falling behind. We are one skin; you can't convince me to believe in sin. Language has us wired to explode, we k ...

    atheist in foxholes

    Wipe that smile off your face. This is not happy hour. I'm not in the mood to celebrate, no. You're mixing cocktails while we're mixing concrete. Fortifying bunkers and preparing for the retreat. You' ...

    atticus finch

    You'll be the first to judge, the first to cast doubt, the first to point fingers and the first to bail out. King of the drama circus. Craving the spotlight. Bottom feeding off our efforts. Fucking parasite! So don't talk until you tak ...

    bliss

    Underneath our feet; broken glass and concrete. These kids don't walk alone; they own these city streets. Of course they know that freedom sometimes stings. Halogen halos, two wheels for wings. Cr ...

    burn the hive

    You better lock your doors, find a place to hide. build the walls thick and dig the trenches wide. The perimeter's secure; it's the &quot;great divide&quot;. You can make believe that you'll never have to go outsid ...

    cannibal

    I hate the way you live, taking more than you give. Cannibal, we're gonna pay the price for your appetites. Your body's a cemetery, and you'll drown in your own waste. We're getting sick of the taste. You're dead inside; I can smell it ...

    Check yr Math

    This is not an argument. It's a one-sided diatribe, and I'm on the wrong side. It's not a traffic stop. But I'm sure you'd make a pretty good cop. This is not a photograph. We never ...

    cipher

    Hands on our hearts but no patriot hymn. We pray for better days but don?t believe in sin. We are the pride and the disgrace. We sing of world?s end with a smile on our face. Fraudulent allegiances ...

    D.F.W.

    Obedience ingrained, so discreet. Our chains rendered obsolete. Post-everything. Feel nothing. Ironic detachment replaces outrage. I?ve grown comfortable in my cage. ...

    dead precedents

    Ignore history. A charm school success story. Top of the class in Slash &amp; Burn Diplomacy. Setting phasers to stun is no fun. So says the syllabus for Blitzkrieg 101. So Johnny get your gun ...

    election day

    Last call for the bloodsuckers, heaters, and parasites. You're been relieved of duty, so let's call it a night. You'd better sleep tight, and get your head right. No more backdoor deals, it's not a fair fight.<br / ...

    exit wounds

    I kiss the ground and you embrace the sky. I dig myself into a fucking hole while you unfold and learn to fly. That's the way it went. I watched you descent. You got your wings clipped, and your halo bent. S ...

    ghosts

    We rattle chains, and we question how we are trained. We speak words profane. We'll be banging pots and pans until you understand: We're following a different plan. Tried to live the good life, I just wasn't ...

    gravity wins

    We're more than just the sum of our parts. Hands off our bodies, hands off our hearts. And who the fuck are they to tell us where we can and can't find divinity? We looked around and found their god< ...

    headfirst

    I will be heavy like stone to hold you down. Weightless like wings to lift you from the ground. I will be flesh and bone, fragile and frail, And I will be the wind when it?s time to set sail. Head ...

    homesick

    Instead of &quot;welcome home,&quot; you looked at me and asked, &quot;How is this gonna end?&quot; When the wind beats against our hollow bones, we're only forced to run for shelter again. We're staring at diff ...