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411 - Текст песни Speak Volumes
False facades grin upon my last smile
 Spit concrete bile, Speak volumes on this child
 False facades grin upon my last smile
 Spit concrete bile, Speak volumes on this child
 False facades grin upon my last smile
 Spit concrete bile, Speak volumes on this child
 False facades grin upon my last smile
 Spit concrete bile... 
 Essence erodes into mess you believed to be real
 Listen to Hendrix played backwards on reel to reel
 This world lost it's feel when art lost it's grasp
 Should have paid attention in class kid
 Fed off tit of deceased and still a bastard
 Asked for it all and received a swift nil
 Built on the ashes you burned, 
 Placed in urns
 Along with the lessons I've learned
 Amount to paradox
 I am where you were
 Before you was my victim
 Breath Clorox while I rock social unconscious like
 Shirley Chism.
 False facades grin upon my last smile
 Spit concrete bile, Speak volumes on this child
 False facades grin upon my last smile
 Spit concrete bile, Speak volumes on this child
 False facades grin upon my last smile
 Spit concrete bile, Speak volumes on this child411 - Speak Volumes - http://ru.motolyrics.com/411/speak-volumes-lyrics.html
 False facades grin upon my last smile
 Spit concrete bile... 
 Lost my rhythm within context of diseased cortex
 Search for more sex and violence
 Was met with I'll silence
 Childhood idols fell hard like third world tyrants
 Reviving center core
 Who these you adore?
 Lost in urban lore.
 Cleanse perception's doors
 Respect that film noir
 Existence?
 I enter/exit poor.
 False facades grin upon my last smile
 Spit concrete bile, Speak volumes on this child
 False facades grin upon my last smile
 Spit concrete bile, Speak volumes on this child
 False facades grin upon my last smile
 Spit concrete bile, Speak volumes on this child
 False facades grin upon my last smile
 Spit concrete bile... 
 Voyeur's voyage considers six the blessed
 Minus 55 in thousands
 Two scream for fiction as they laughing
 33rd degree, new continents we mapping
 Ask what happened as I bleed my vocal orifice
 We breath too much nonsense, 
 We breath too much nonsense.

















