Překlad: Středa 13. Carolina mrtvých.
i'm trying, To make my way through the art of dying, And i'm trying so hard to find ya, In this dead carolina. D.E.A.D. Carolina.
Here's where it all began Here's where I heard that beat Here's where I tapped that tap With my natural rhythm feet In my simple humble neighborhood
: You're passing, I hear your shadow through the door It's outlined on my shade Like a map of some foreign shore If I could keep that shadow, I could