in my realm ya get beat, This is off limits, so your visions are blurry, All ya see is the meters at a volume, Pumping lyrics of fury Terror in the
you'll discover that casual friends kept notes in their pockets to remember your name. and all these places we went to see sights just gave them excuses
we stand strong together Through the forced of power, it will soon reach the hour For victory we ride, Fury of the Storm! For victory we ride, Fury
(Instrumental)
Le micro marche Pas besoin de ploum pour le prendre De la main sur un joint Ca part sur un boum Son, tous bombent dessus Meme decu, bon sang, faut que
Sighs - The fury has electrified my mind Sighs - The hatred burns inside by the mark of vengeance I will grind Sighs - The sound of metal falling to
bound Vengeance calling me Oh, please set me free The Fury of the Wild Locked up in this cage Can't you feel the rage? The Fury of the Wild Sighs -
when the world slips you a jeffrey stroke the furry wall stroke the furry wall furry walls don't bring me down furry walls please stay around furry walls
[Japanese Bonus Track] You're so happy now Burning a candle at both ends Your self-loving soothes And softens the blows you've invented Breathe in deep
Encore en eveil on fait peter le pas de danse, Reveillez le soleil la ou il brille par l'absence, Pied au plancher, cortex enclenche a la limite de la
2 his shadow, rose 2 a thorn Ain't no fury like a woman scorned Ain't no fury like a woman scorned No fury like a woman scorned (No fury like a woman
your wonderful songmm my land with love Rage of the winter mould the horizon cover the mountains forest and lakes Rage of the winter magical wonder invernal fury
they really pay for every line? For the Juke Box Fury Pounding in your soul, Juke Box Fury tells them where to go, Juke Box Fury pounding in your head, Juke Box Fury
We made history but we'll never make your books. forever overlooked misunderstood as the puzzle pieces that never seemed to fit the mold. in post
This heart has been chipped by war and politics this heart has been chipped by lack of sustained friendships this heart has been chipped by women
It's show don't tell why against all the wasted nights the radio spared us the conversation as we carried the bags beneath our eyes. those days only
Desperate decay and decadence. the price we paid for innocence. push the knife, don't forget to twist. in spite of everything these wounds will heal
