الأغاني:
Ad Inferna

I'll take a nicotine, caffeine, sugar fix Jesus don't ya git tired of turnin' tricks But when your innocence dies You'll find the blues Seems all

Oh non, non, non ce n?est pas possible Je ne peux pas y croire On s?est faches, cette fois pour de vrai Et tu m?as claque la porte au nez. Je sais qu

We breathe on borrowed time. We light these torches far too late. Inhale, exhale, repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat. The only things that ever seem to last

Freefall into black chambers, I can hear the weeping choir. I land at the gate exhausted and pained. He leaves me behind, And I view through the open

I wake up every evening With a big smile on my face And it never feels out of place. And you're still probably working At a 9 to 5 pace I wonder how bad