Lina - Forbbiden
In this cruel world
You are
What others want you to be
And you can’t see
They lie
When they say that you are free
All that you do
Can be
The last thing that you’ll do
For they will come
And say
That what you did was wrong
Chorus
NO!
I’ll defy you ‘till the end
Facing you with all your lies
I’ll squeeze until you bend
And every act you bring
I’ll find a way to fend
Don’t tell me to stop
I won’t
I’ll only press further on
And this will resume
Until
One of us is gone
If only you could see
What lies
Beyond of what I do
You can try again
And fail
To define what is true
Chorus X2
design: moi
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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