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
I'm having more and more anger stored in my head feeling kind of bored How can it be that so many more people are stupider than me I'm talking about
The moment when the shield breaks and I know just what it takes The moment when the fear breaks and I know just what it takes In the moment of the handgun
Celebrating with a feast though place and date is wrong The sun have ceased to flee it didn't last for long The green trees and mighty seas all my dreams
Here's our sculpture close perfection this is salutation to the prevailing pioneers The time has come to purge the scene From all the nonsense that ugly
To make a contribution as you will see Is going to break the illusion as it turned out to be Reunite the scene if you know what I mean From fat and thin
Are you wasting your time taking care of everyone just to be nice. It's time to turn into the average guy stupid and selfish and mean to everyone. I'
be true The lethal rash on me was you. In the mist will be the fist to guide you through dictatorship. In the mist will be the fist to guide you through
Roofed by sky put down to die Breathing cold air guarded by the majestic sun Let us anchor nearby the shore Let us listen to the songs before. Don't
To this point in life we've had no experience And it feels like we're smashed beyond recognition Bleak sections of thoughts a contrast to my hope This
If you use your grindstone right polish your own mind You have to go from strength to strength of what it's all about. I'm a castaway not under guidance
devastation puts you out In the ground Doctrines received From tradition and fire Stealing your tomb Reaffirm why I chose war Charging attack Raise the fist
Step up to this! witness anger from this raised up fist. the Hood is jacked up bad, and more pain will come to exist. well, Whose fault is it, and who
home 'cause ska made you a jerk. The purist turns a deaf ear. He's such an intellect, Does he think his censorship is gaining our respect? The raising of a fist
Step up to this! Witness anger from this raised up fist. The hood is jacked up bad, and more pain will come to exist. Well, whose fault is it, and who
I survive like a pimp No jherri curls, waves, perms, or crimps The ever-nappy crew setting the mood I raise my fuel for my firm attitude Walking through
