quinta-feira, 6 de agosto de 2009

Christian's inferno

I got under the grip
Between the modern hell
I got the rejection letter in the mail and
It was already ripped to shreds.

Seasons in a ruin and
This bitter pill is chased with blood
There's fire in my veins
And it's pouring out like a flood.

Whoa, Christian's inferno
Whoa, Christian's inferno
Whoa, Christian's inferno
Whoa, Christian's inferno.

This diabolic state is gracing my existence
Like a catastrophic baby
Maybe maybe you're the chemical reaction
I am the atom bomb
I am the chosen one
Toxin your reservoir
And then return man to ape.

Whoa, Christian's inferno
Whoa, Christian's inferno
Whoa, Christian's inferno
Whoa, Christian's inferno.





Green Day, 2009.

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