Texty:
Creatures The Broken

Broken, why concede? Broken, crumbling with grief Broken, I don't believe you're broken You've given up, turned it in on yourself now Not inward out

all there is to a name, a lost and childish heart. There's nothing you give that's not dangerous or cold. Is that there is to a game, a game of broken

on my back Traveled up the ragin' river, I watched the jungle burn And in the reddenin' twilight, I wondered would I ever return. Ridin' on a river of dreams, Broken

see, we were The hippy killers The hippy killers The hippy killers The hippy killers Busted refuse from broken homes Pocked flesh and malicious bones Creatures

[Chorus] I was happy at the time, Never knowing who was mine. Now I hear your heart is broken. [Project Wyze] Erica please. [Chorus] [Project

The beast lives out of the raging storm in the dead of night The ravenous, blood-sick creatures searches for it's sacrifice Through the hideous darkness

says on with the show, it's Hokus pokus joker's, great milenko. (once again, it's the psychotic carnival creatures in the haugh...) Hokus pokus joker

the crowd jump in Let the kids come on Tommy Boy, Mercury, Priority wanted me Russell Simmons, and 9 other record companies Sendin limousines out to pick up my broke

A Monday morning earthquake Another week to back break Keep him alive for god's sake High and dry I wonder will he survive A broken mirror and a stolen