Bullet for My Valentine - Poison

Bullet for My Valentine

Bullet for My Valentine - Poison
Bullet for My Valentine – The Poison

Da sieht man mal wie absolut verstrahlt man sein kann! Laufe ich doch so und so viel Jahre durchs Leben ohne BFMV bewusst zu kennen. Das habe ich nun ausgiebig nachgeholt.

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Diese Gitarrenriffs, Energie! Hach! Geiler Song, wie ich finde. Die Teufels glühen, brennen sich grade durch meinen Schreibtisch – 666!

Hört euch auch mal „All These Things I Hate“ an. Was im Übrigen auch ein schöner, neuer Blogartikel werden könnte. Zu erzählen was ich alles so hasse. Könnte länger werden :-).

The Poison (Bullet for My Valentine), Angel Delivery Service von Emil Bulls und Mavericks von Johnossi sind die neuen Mitbewohner in der Schirrmi-Muckelbude.

Immer viel Spaß wünscht euch,

Euer Schirrmi 🙂

Tears Don’t Fall

LET’S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO….

With blood shot eyes, I watch you sleeping
The warmth I feel beside me is slowly fading.
Would she hear me, if I called her name?
Would she hold me, if she knew my shame?

There’s always something different going wrong
The path I walk to the wrong direction
There’s always someone fucking hanging on
Can anybody help me make things better?

Your tears don’t fall, they crash around me
Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home
Your tears don’t fall, they crash around me
Her concience calls, the guilty to come home

The moments died, I hear no screaming
The visions left inside me are slowly fading.
Would she hear me, if I called her name?
Would she hold me, if she knew my shame?

There’s always something different going wrong
The path I walk to the wrong direction
There’s always someone fucking hanging on
Can anybody help me make things better?

Your tears don’t fall, they crash around me
Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home
Your tears don’t fall, they crash around me
Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
YYYYYYYYYYYYYYEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH

This battered room I’ve seen before
The broken bones they heal no more, no more
With my last breath I’m choking
Will this ever end I’m hoping
My world is over one more time

Would she hear me, if I called her name?
Would she hold me, if she knew my shame?

There’s always something different going wrong
The path I walk to the wrong direction
There’s always someone fucking hanging on
Can anybody help me make things better?

Your tears don’t fall, they crash around me
Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home
Your tears don’t fall, they crash around me
Her conscience calls, the guilty to come…
Better!

Your tears don’t fall, they crash around me
Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home