Vārdi:
Darkest Hour A Cold Kiss

We've played for far too long We hope you listen to at least this song Nothing but traces Countless empty faces With black lips A cold kiss Of rejection

We've played for far too long We hope you listen to at least this song Nothing but traces Countless empty faces With black lips A cold kiss Of rejection

-K Kweli, B-K S E-L A- V I You could tell I be Hell a free like college radio W Q H T gonna play me though This hot shit is to fly like the cockpit Got spit like a french kiss

And a system that leave my rear views trembling Whatchu gonna do when poppa catch ya attitude Drop to your knees and show gratitude Kiss my ring, it's a

a silent land Secret thoughts are hard to bear Remember me, you'll understand Emotions we can never share You trampled on me as you passed Left the coldest kiss

-white steed And kisses gave her three, She held up a knife in her right hand And pierced him heartily. "O live, O live, Lord Henry, Half an hour or

me) As this world will consume me Your words are ignorant Lonely walk through peak hour traffic Blood drips from a clueless river Feelings of a burnout poetry kiss Your cold

recognize my own face... Eyes that were once shining - now extinguished Left only a silent cold Sound of a tear falling down In the desperate hour of

The wind was a torrent of darkness Among the gusty trees The moon was a ghostly galleon Tossed upon the cloudy seas The road was a ribbon of moonlight