The Willing Well I: Fuel For the Feeding End| Coheed and Cambria| Lyrics скачать в хорошем качестве

The Willing Well I: Fuel For the Feeding End| Coheed and Cambria| Lyrics

The Willing Well I Lyrics Is this what I wish for those and all they know? To depend on how cowardly I should act (From hell or is it coming within?) If she won't give me the love I came here for With pen I am armed here to react Hey now, hey now what is it boy? All the things that trouble you So visit your mirror image Of what might have once behaved Hey now, hey what is it boy? But I won't rest 'till death, 'till death do you part This is how I feel my God from what's been dealt The flies that flutter flight tonight (From hell or is it coming within?) Is it love that I'm feeling or is this hate the same The emotion's enough to kill the sane Hey now, hey now what is it boy? All the things that trouble you So visit your mirror image Of what might have once behaved Hey now, hey what is it boy? Besides, I only hope you know that I love you Feed little maggot off the Westside of your sin Run little maggot 'till they learn of what you did Feliz seria que hora(X4) From start to finish I made you feel this Uncomfort in turn with the world you've learned To love through this hate to live with it's weight A burden discerned in the blood you taste Why would you deny me answers? If I'm just a boy on the break of being Hardened in hell through its fires Be brutally honest, was it better before me? The curve of your body How I want her with me The truth of the story The Vishual, I wish you all The better end of all to come The truth be now here one by one I am to you extend to none The memory to fuel the fire Watching his tale with the words he unfolds A conscience and cold we'd never know They scream as he laughs off the dust from his eyes These worlds will now learn of the dreams in his mind Could this be that hard for me? To configure a new love in plain To my new entity or banish it home to the grave No one is safe With a quickness strike out, for the less of us doubt Mercy of the man who put the pen in our mouth Word write us well, signed, "Forgiveness for sale" I'm through being full Of all the might you want killed The fiction will see the real The answer will question still And your body to blood, as your parents once went You follow their lead one by one, every step Could this be that hard for me? To configure a new love in plain To my new entity or banish it home to the grave I will not save... your world ___________________________________________________________ (Feliz seria que hora translates to "Happy it would be that hour", or "Happy serious hours". It is in Spanish)