Baixar Mais Tocadas: músicas de System Of A Down

Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,One that smiled when he flew over the bay,Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,One that smiled when he flew over the bay.My horse, is a shackled old man,His, his remorse, was that he couldn’t survey,The skies, right before,Right before they went gray,My horse and my remorse,Flying over a great bayWired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,One that smiled when he flew over the bay,Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,One that smiled when he flew over the bay.My, source, is the source of all creation,Her, discourse, is that we all don’t surveyThe skies, right before,Right before they go gray,My source, and my remorse,Flying over a great bay,Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,One that smiled when he flew over the bay,Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,One that smiled when he flew over the bayWhere were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,One that smiled when he flew over the bay,Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,One that smiled when he flew over the bay.Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,One that smiled when he flew over the bay,Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,One that smiled when he flew over the bayWhere were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,One that smiled when he flew over the bay,Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,One that smiled when he flew over the bay.

Wake up (wake up) / Grab a brush and put a little makeup / Hide your scars to fade away the shakeup (hide the scars to fade away the shakeup) / Why’d you leave the keys upon the table?

Making two possibilities a reality / Predicting the future of things we all know / Fighting off the diseased programming / Of centuries, centuries, centuries, centuries

I have a problem that I cannot explain / I have no reason why it should have been so plain / Have no questions but I sure have excuse / I lack the reason why I should be so confused