Renard - Trauma paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Trauma - Renard




Today I show my face and whispers turn to screams
Visions of what might have been and what will never be
Conforming to rejection, and its coexisting pain
Today I show my face and whispers turn to screams
Visions of what might have been and what will never be
Conforming to rejection, and its coexisting pain
Get up, come on, get down with the sickness
Get up, come on, get down with the sickness
Get up, come on, get down with the sickness
Open up your hate and let it flow into me
Get up, come on, get down with the sickness
You mother, get up, come on, get down with the sickness
Get up, come on, get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift that has been given to me
Today I show my face, and whispers turn to screams
Visions of what might have been and what will never be
Conforming to rejection, and its coexisting pain
Today I show my face, and whispers turn to screams
Visions of what might have been and what will never be
Conforming to rejection, and its coexisting pain
I'm not insane, I'm not insane
I'm not insane, I'm not, not insane
I'm not insane, I'm not insane
I'm not insane, I'm not, not insane
Get up, come on, get down with the sickness
Get up, come on, get down with the sickness
Get up, come on, get down with the sickness
Open up your hate and let it flow into me
Get up, come on, get down with the sickness
You mother, get up, come on, get down with the sickness
Get up, come on, get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift that has been given to me
Get up, come on, get down with the sickness
Get up, come on, get down with the sickness
Get up, come on, get down with the sickness
Open up your hate and let it flow into me
Get up, come on, get down with the sickness
You mother, get up, come on, get down with the sickness
Get up, come on, get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift that has been given to me




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