The black rain is falling. Contaminating the ground. The human race is dying. The dead are scattered around What is the price of a bullet?. Another hole in the head. A flag draped over a coffin
makes it stop. Chorus P!nk. God, it hurts to be human. Without you, I'd be losing. And someday, we'll face the music. God, it hurts to be human. Post-Chorus P!nk. But I've got you, you, you, you, you, hey
halt. Please throw down the box sir. And madame please I don't need your money or pearls They call him Black Bart P08. The highway bandit poetry man. Leaving his poem, disappeared. Like a ghost on
của em trong đau đớn. Ngấm từng vết xước. Chìm đắm black ocean. Ocean ocean ocean rơi black ocean. Take a take a take a take a deep breath. Ocean ocean ocean rơi black ocean. Hơi thở tắc nghẽn. Chìm đắm