У нас вы можете посмотреть бесплатно Darko US - Time Crisis (feat. Elijah Witt) Official Visualizer или скачать в максимальном доступном качестве, видео которое было загружено на ютуб. Для загрузки выберите вариант из формы ниже:
Если кнопки скачивания не
загрузились
НАЖМИТЕ ЗДЕСЬ или обновите страницу
Если возникают проблемы со скачиванием видео, пожалуйста напишите в поддержку по адресу внизу
страницы.
Спасибо за использование сервиса ClipSaver.ru
Darko US - Time Crisis (feat. Elijah Witt) Official Visualizer Mixed by - Jonathan Dolese Visuals by - Norbert Crowfield All Socials Here - https://linktr.ee/Darkoband0 Lyrics - I’ll sit and stare like a dog behind the glass I'm waiting here for you Until I die on my own On my own On my own Patient and penitent Here till you let me in Aflame so you can see me When you watch me from heaven You’ll have to hold me down so I don’t float away You’ll have to find the right words to keep me in this place I don’t know beyond Hell I don’t know the date All I know is for now is that evil Reigns You’ll have to hold me down so I don’t float away You’ll have to find the right words to keep me in this place I don’t know beyond Hell I don’t know the date All I know In the end Is that evil fades I sit and stare like a dog behind the glass I’m waiting here for you Until I die on my own On my own How long do I stay awake? Can I sleep in the end Circling the drain Never getting closer chain me to the pain Without any closure Relieve me of this feeling Mutilate me then delete me I want you to watch the light leave my eyes If you choose to see you will find relief The evil of this world used to write the leads But now it kicks and screams begging for release In the eyes of the light darkness only flees You heard me? If you choose to see you will find relief The evil of this world used to write the leads But now it kicks and screams begging for release In the eyes of the light darkness only flees Patient and penitent Here till you let me in Aflame so you can see me When you watch me from heaven Is there a potion To silence the commotion Perhaps there’s a tonic not speaking of bubonic Maybe a paint a sigil to tip scales justice Uncertainty is certainly more than just a construct