Here's a thought for every man who tries to understand What is in his hands? He walks along the open road of love and life Survivin' if he can Bound
Shed no tears for the martyr dying Only in pain suffering and death Can the martyr become what he's chosen to be No tears wasted No sorrow no pity No
Set sails, for distant shores, In the lap of the shining sea. They made anchor, on foreign ground. For kingdoms of gold they seek. Hail the King, the
I will not give in to what the TV sells The bullshit news and the lies they tell Convince us that we're lost They try to sell us maps, we'll buy at
there's no time there's no more places for us to run away and leave all these spaces I know you know that we know we're gonna have an overthrow everyone
I wanna be honest more than I know how I wanna be honest more than I know how So honest I'll surprise myself Surprise me now, surprise me nowt Ooh, I'
One hundred 'n' fifteen You are seventeen Itchy trigger And venomous You're growin' longer You're growin' stronger So shed your skin Baby now shed this
Overthrow... attacks on one's own will only to defeat the whole The true fight lies against the ignorance of the outside world We cannot succumb to
(when you shed your blood for me) (when you shed your blood for me) You shed your blood for me, I finally realize I never want to be so far from your
Show me how to kill you. You shed light then she'll get all broken. Hurry up and get home my dear, where the fuck you been? Can't you take a purpose
REVOLUTION stand auf unseren Fahnen REVOLUTION stand uns im Gesicht wir haben erlebt, was andere nicht mal ahnen REVOLUTION - weniger wollten wir nicht
Our time has come to take a journey Back to the core of your own creation Far beyond this world of exploitation They steal our souls and then Expose it
there is no time for feelings in your world this is not the time of harmony at all but there are crimes of violation I can see the signs of satiation
I sit here alone on another cold day and i look to my plate and I hope and I pray as I sink I fall to the bottle again - it cuts to the quick and it breaks
It's funny how we see the worst of things we look at our stress and strains even measure our labour and pain and it's all in vain. Why do we feel some
You see the panic in my head It won't stop until I rise I'm casting shadows in the light If you could see inside my head You'd see darkness pain and
Heavy in your hands Guess I should have known Manipulation for one of your own Now its time for suffering To shed the skin to which you cling A relic