Blame The Machines

I'm driving up the autobahn
Losing my way as the night gets long
The headlights shining in my face
Scream out the danger of this place

[Chorus:]
And now there's no way home, this love affair is ended
I should have known when I bought into the dream
So like your solid soul, to leave me lost and stranded
I blame myself and I blame the machines

I'm flying blind, I'm speeding through
I hate to think I've been fooled by you
An interactive nightmare show which never ends
It just goes on and on and on and on

[Chorus]

And now, turn left
I have control
You are not required to think at all
Everything we hear (Goes on and on)
Everything we see
Everything we love (Goes on and on)
Everything we feel
Everything we want (Goes on and on)
Everything we do (And on)
Everywhere we go (And on)
Everything we know (And on)

[Chorus]

I blame the machines
Blame the machines
I blame the machines
Blame the machines
I blame the machines
Blame the machines

Похожие новости.

Still, Still, Still

Still - still, still, still, still, weil's Kindlein schlafen will. Maria tut es niedersingen, ihre keusche Brust darbringen. Still, still, still, weil's Kindlein schlafen will. Schlaf, schlaf, schlaf, mein liebes Kindlein schlaf. Die Engel tun sch?n musizieren, vor

Свободный Стиль

Свободный Стиль привлекает волей тона, Я Свободен, вооружившись микрофоном, Сила воли в арсенале Касты и Хамелеона, Эти взрывы слышно далеко за нашим полигоном... Свободный Стиль привлекает волей тона, Я Свободен, вооружившись микрофоном, Сила воли в арсенале

You Make It Look So Easy

I got a hard head, I get that from my dad And I can overreact maybe just a tad I put up walls to show the world I'm tough When i don't get

Fearless

[Intro:] I'm fearless Ready to follow Ready to love you I ain't scared [Verse 1:] No fear No I'm right here Yeah wanna love you baby Gonna love you baby I ain't going anywhere Yeah I won't run No I'm all yours Yeah

Песня На День Рождения Джорджа

Весла империй вновь припорошены радужным снегом Старый бриллиантовый доктор не ропщет на чудо-судьбу Он не намерен служить чужеземному хлебу И на кораблике хрупком спешит танцевать на гробу. Те, кто в XVII