Linkin Park - Karma killer

Tekst :

I scream through the morning
I m kicking the twilight as she comes
Time waits ever dawning
Spooning the thickness out and feeding our open mouths

The price you pay is always
Too high or too familiar
Sunshine, Karma Killer

Time waits ever dawning
When you re
Following the animals around (around)
I scream through the morning
Feeding our open mouths and spooning the thickness out

The price you pay is always
Too high or too familiar
Sunshine, Karma Killer
Too high or too familiar
Sunshine, Karma Killer

My eyes are weary now
My eyes (my eyes) are weary
My eyes are weary now

Too high or too familiar
Sunshine, Karma Killer
Too high or too familiar
Sunshine, Karma Killer

Karma Killer, Karma Killer, Karma Killer
Will I ever miss you (...)

Inne utwory

  • Anything, anything
  • High voltage
  • Somewhere I belong
  • Runaway
  • My dsmbr
  • Let down
  • Super xero
  • Be somebody
  • Refugee
  • Stef
  • Soul song
  • Qwerty
  • Here, nearby
  • X-ecutioner style

    • Losowe utwory

    Human torch

    Turned round 6 o clock and I m feeling sleepy
    I don t have to work on Saturday
    But I do anyway
    Round the corner right on up to the shop
    I come creeping, but it don t matter anyway

    Chorus:

    Tiny little second

    65 long years
    A day from his pension
    One lousy day
    He took his usual route
    When two crackheads went paranoid
    And blew him all away
    Tiny little second
    So tiny, but it ll change your life forever
    Tiny little second

    Born to run

    The quiet sadness of the people of the North
    Echoes silently around the cold grey places
    Ecstasies undared
    Tremble upon the edge of the tightly, respectably unfulfilled
    Who drink to excess in order to forget what never happened
    Brave faces
    Well dressed ordered minds...

    One perfect moment

    Maybe we don t belong together
    I won t tell if you won t worry
    There s time enough for time to tell
    What s going on - I m in no hurry
    Don t look now, the sun is creeping
    Another night without sleeping
    (Chorus)
    It s not a perfect world
    But it s still good to...

    Hotel hobbies

    Hotel hobbies padding dawns hollow corridors
    Bell boys checking out the hookers in the bar
    Slug-like fingers trace the star-spangled clouds of cocain on the mirror
    The short straw takes its bow

    The tell tale tocking of the last cigarette marking time in the pocket...