There is a story that I want to tell A little story from the inside of Hell There wasn't anything that she could do She was trapped to the shit like glue
So many questions lines up in my head Like many others I can't seem to understand Why they prefer some people to be dead This is something that haunts
This isn't a revolution I'm sad to say. It's time for me to meet my friends today. Because I've lost so many hours talking on the phone. I don't know
I am the darkest demon. Taken from the second season. I reside at the bottom of a bottle and my inside is about to rot. I'm working to inflict some pain
pride and both feet on the ground This time is different from the others This time I'm going with my brothers Try the champ not today anyway Giving you a raised fist
Will this go down in history, Will this end up in misery We're moving out with endless doubts take your chance now. Will this go down in history, Will
All this is breaking me Same old story, same old history And I'm wondering, will this ever end? Will I be able to trust in my friends? Always shared
Can you turn away from the TV everyday? Do you go to bed in time And do you work the next day? Can you throw away your cigarettes for good? Do you say
Moved by nature and everything around watching the sky while I try to stay on solid ground. Maybe this can bring new spirit into my life. Maybe this
Doesn't matter if we stand behind If we play grind, if we get unsigned It's not a fancy dream about a supreme team That screams 'bout fighting regimes
This song is definitely not the operation provocation I'm writing this of respect of all the punkbands in the nation I have such faith in people like
Anger all around the world Spreading these vibes that is making us whole again And I want to spit these lines right in your face Wreck this fucking place
As I pull myself together for the first time in a minute I think about some of my friends who have left this time, this route And as I lay me down to
Everything you say is not true but we believe in what you say cause no one expect you to be wrong or at least to lie although you're using it just
Your ego's stepping on my toes Never been this close to sin even though I don't believe in symbols You have to answer for yourself Hate combined with
Moneymaker, the instigator. Both of them trapped in the same boat Seem to be more of a fake, playing a completely different role Insinuate to have the
This part goes out to people like you who knew that this could come through. It's so hard to explain the strength of the chain that binds us. We keep
dedication I want to embrace Impressive to see all the energy go to waste Ridiculous to see how you keep your arms raised How you keep your arms raised
