[Chorus X2] Less one, just might lose breath Read me, my right's I've left Less one, just might lose breath [Verse 1] A routine stop, that's what he
[Chorus: x2] Less one, just might lose breath Read me, my right's I've left Less one, just might lose breath [Verse 1:] A routine stop, that's what he
Překlad: Atmosféra. S výjimkou jednoho.
[Chorus: x2] Less one, just might lose breath Read me, my right's I've left Less one, just might lose breath [Verse 1:] A routine stop, that's what
Where I was born, nothing is promised My life is filled with less hope than the prophecies of Nostradamus Omega marks the ending of predictability, birth
Satellites Satellites I wonder how clear it must look from there to here No obstruction, this selfish corruption All in this atmosphere No fear, less
me the fascination of the infinite consumes me vitality to hurt you all in virtual reality actual natural plants enhanced my words are crystal clear deep intensified trance in a relaxed atmosphere
Up to my ears In bitter tears. Can't believe I've sunk this low As I walk the plankton Inner sanctum. Got outta Dodge, Sailed on a bon-less Bon voyage
Court the darkness like she's your lover Girl you nailed one time and can't get over Feverish and sleepless at night It's only because you cannot tear
atmospheric domes of the Outer Planets. We have had peace since 2062, when the surviving planets were banded together under the Red Star of the Solar Federation. The less
I cant stay the exact same way now be realistic Music evolves that's being artistic There's just one thing that stays consistent Its just Jesus first in every single lyric Hopefully that's apparent I care less
're after Talking to the, I'm the one They call the walking disaster Fell straight through, I took one step forward And fell straight backwards On the move, I'm the one
bo! That's for Babylon pon patrol Cause Van City cats got tons of hydro And there's one more that we gotta let go And that's the one that we lick off
to rise again Cold and rust less and iron will Protectorate of the dead A thorough sweep prelude to death Secrets kept but no one left Firing squad begins
trouble to MCs Destroy colonies with UCAVs I send in no less than twenty 18s Wipe you out before I even get to the beach With my Trans-atmospheric space
