Lina - Game of death (perfect)
Have you ever wondered
What it’s like to die
To leave this world for good
To dwell behind the sky
Have you ever played with life
Like it’s made of clay
Could you take up a knife
And end it here today
Chorus
Do you dare
(If you were to die)
To play
(Would you be sad)
A game
(Or would you be glad)
Of death
Have you ever wondered
How it feels like to fly
Through the valley of heaven
Oh, it makes me wanna cry
(For I am still not dead)
Do you dare to have some fun
Come with me and pray
Let’s take up a gun
And end it here today
Chorus X2
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comments no/si?
Primijetio sam da ljudi misle kako su ovo pjesme koje sam ja prepisao od drugih poznatih ili nepoznatih umjetnika, ali da sad raščistim...ovo su MOJE pjesme...ja sam ih napisao...ja sam...bez ičije pomoći...(ok, možda mi tu i tamo netko da inspiraciju, ali to ne znači da su sudjelovali u stvaranju pjesme :P)
Let me wake up in your arms
Hear you say it's not alright
Let me be so dead and gone
So far away from life
Close my eyes
Hold me tight
And bury me deep inside
Your heart...
About me...
I've been digging into crates
Ever since I was living in space
Before the rat race
Before monkeys had YOU in traits
I mastered numerology
And big bang theology
Perform lobotomies with telekinetic psychology
Invented the mic so I can start blessing it
Chin checking kids to make my point like an impressionist
Many men have tried to shake us
But I twist my chords like double helixes
and show them what I'm made of
I buckle knees like leg braces
Cast the spell of instrumentalness on all of you emcees who hate us
So you can try on
Leave you without a shoulder to cry on
From now to infinity let icons be bygones
I fire bombs ghostly notes haunt this
I tried threats but moved on to a promise
I stomp shit with or without an accomplice
And run the gauntlet with whoever that wants this