Mother Mary WhatsApp status ||The Mother of the immaculate conception || English

Sa-la-la-la, sick of the silence Sa-la-la-la, sick of the silence When I shut my eyes, it's a big commotion And when I close the blinds, there's a mouth that opens It says look at your life, sucker, you're just floating I said fa-la-la-la, motherfucker, I'm not listening Oh, no, no, no Oh, no, no 'Cause I'm just la-la-la-la sick of the silence (Sa-la-la-la sick of the silence) I get so sa-la-la-la sick of the silence (Sa-la-la-la sick of the silence) Because I'm terri-la-la-la-fied of what's inside of it (Terri-la-la-la-fied of what's inside of it) Yeah, I get so sa-la-la-la-la-la sick of the silence That I have to That I have to just scream (I don't wanna hear what's deep inside of me) And so I wrap my head around a holy mantra I'm thinking, "Oh, my God, what a chatty creature" It just kept talking and talking and talking all around in a circle I said, "Hey, little guy, I think it's time to go now" Let it go now, let it go 'Cause I'm just, la-la-la-la, sick of the silence (La-la-la-la, sick of the silence) I get so sa-la-la-la sick, I feel violent (Sa-la-la-la sick of the silence) Because I'm terri-la-la-la-fied of what's inside of it (Terri-la-la-la-fied of what's inside of it) Yeah, I get so sa-la-la-la-la-la sick of the silence That I have to That I have to just scream For I fear to hear what's deep inside of me Oh, I scream (I don't wanna know what's buried underneath) That's why I'm sa-la-la-la sick of the silence (Sa-la-la-la sick of the silence) Yeah, I'm sa-la-la-la sick of the silence (Sa-la-la-la sick of the silence) Because I'm terri-la-la-la-fied of what's inside of it (Sa-la-la-la sick of the silence) Yeah, I get so sa-la-la-la-la-la sick of the silence That I have to That I have to just scream (sa-la-la-la sick of the silence) (Sa-la-la-la sick of the silence) (Sa-la-la-la sick of the silence) (Sa-la-la-la sick of the silence) It goes la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la La-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la It goes la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la That I have to That I have to just scream

Like Elvis, like everyone We all die, we all live on in photos And paperbacks, if we're lucky We're coming back Mother Mary over, over Mother Mary over, over me We notice We understand We throw out all we can We're on the market We're up on racks If we're really lucky We're coming back Mother Mary over, over Mother Mary over me Like Elvis, like everyone We all die, we all live on in photos And paperbacks, if we're lucky We're coming back I would never decide I would never decide Mother Mary over, over Mother Mary over, over Mother Mary over, over Mother Mary over, over me