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Paroles: Front Line Assembly. Epitaph. Backlash.

Breaking, all these rules you made for me
Running, through these mine fields set for me
Burning, in the fire you fueled for me
Laughing at the anger you've thrown my way

I know what's real, I want to feel
the full effect
These open wounds, will never heal
there's no respect


I know what's real, I want to feel
the full effect
these open wounds, will never heal
there's no respect

(Backlash)

The anger, will fuel the fire
The anger, the flames get higher

Breaking, all these rules you made for me
Running, through these mine fields set for me


I know what's, real I want to feel
the full effect
These open wounds, will never heal
there's no respect

I know what's real, I want to feel
the full effect
These open wounds, will never heal
there's no respect

The full effect
There's no respect

I know what's real, I want to feel
the full effect
These open wounds, will never heal
there's no respect