...
F.ck it all and no regrets
I hit the lights on these dark sets
I need a voice to let myself
To let myself go free
F.ck it all and f.ck no regrets
I hit the lights on these dark sets
Medallion noose I hang myself
St. Anger round my neck
...

...
And I forget just why I taste 
Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile 
I found it hard, it's hard to find 
Oh well, whatever, nevermind 
...

...
These are the eyes that can't see me
These are the hands that drop your trust
These are the boots that kick you around
This is the tongue that speaks on the inside
These are the ears that ring with hate
This is the face that'll never change
This is the fist that grinds you down
This is the voice of silence no more
...
This is the face that stones you cold
This is the moment that needs to breathe
These are the claws that scratch these wounds
This is the pain that never leaves
This is the tongue that whips you down
This is the burden of every man
These are the screams that pierce your skin
This is the voice of silence no more
...

Veracocha - Carte Blanche (It's trance - it's  music)

Editat de către QUEDRO la 2007-01-17 14:28:16

Editat de către QUEDRO la 2007-01-17 16:28:17