I will not give in to faciest beliefs and I am not a fool I will not let pride in my core be rooted out I will stand firm on my beliefs Live life the
I will not give in to fascist beliefs And I am not a fool I will not let pride in my core be rooted out I will stand firm on my beliefs Live life
Nenhuma mao pra crer O que me aconteceu ? Nenhuma reza pode me mudar Foi tudo por voce? Porra nenhuma que a dor nao vai curar E agora o que fazer ? Pegue
Les fracas de la Plaine des oiseaux de malheur Qui te disent ? a la tienne ? a n?importe quelle heure, Ils ont eu de la veine, ils n?ont jamais eu peur
Boldnes escapes me Cowardice seem so easy If only I could be like the one I see I've failed you I've lied to you Yet you forgive and let me live Please
(feat. Vincent Bennett) To know the truth and yet to struggle so to walk the straight line we place the stones on which we stumble this is not destiny
stars will fall from the sky and daylight will realise your pain would subside if not for the weakest part of your heart bells ring out endlessly seem
I will not give in to fascist beliefs and I am not a fool I will not let pride in my core be rooted out I will stand firm on my beliefs Live life the
The flesh is weak, it goes one way For these weeks of winter days, this cold won't go away Through the young and carefree years, danger always was there
It aint over, but it feels like it is done Getting older and dignified I thought we could go out for a ride Look at gravesites and pretend that we're
i don't feel pain i never escape i'm under the bed i'm licking the floor i never dream this isn't real not real [x2] you know everything i forgot how
Strapped into the dent of a desk Sick of all the pressure invested in pretense I shuffle out to the deck Where all the smokers sound off One witness sighs
Strong man stands, I won't stand abused Be off the streets, Watch everyone Don't be fooled, By false security You're weak Hands are tightening Around
[Lyrics by: John McEntee Music by John McEntee & Kyle Severn] Crippling dogma Tormented devotion Light of deceit His withering hand Destroying the sacrament
Turn left up the street Nothing but gray concrete and dead beats Grab something to eat, Maccy D's or KFC Only one choice in the city Done voice in my
under a weak moon, the street lights paint tree shadows on dinosaur asphault. turn on the high beams when it gets too thick, the phone lines cut clouds
Your flesh, a shrine to my soul Torn from bone, dripping crimson red Your time is now I dream of death on ready wings with nothing left Light floods your
