not the one we're longing for, As all else failed we raised our fists and weapons, Not born as soldiers, but driven to the end These wounds will be
many places Ace this game Why do you try to erase this on a daily basis Give me my spaces Show me some love though Just pump your fist in the air and
what I could not forgive I seem to look away Wounds in the mirror waved It wasn't my surface Most defiled Head at your feet, fool to your crown Fist
'm dead. I raise my axe above my head, My eyes stare in furious rage. Yet more blood will be shed, This is a victorious day! Blood gushes from the wound
Now the grown up Goliath nation Holdin open auditions for the part of David, can you feel? Nothing can save you, you question the rain You get rushed in and chained up fists raised
the sky and see the same cloud configuration That Nat Turner saw the day they hanged him Resisted in the face of adversity with a fist and it was raised
way a wounded ego might [Chorus x2] And God's rain water flow through the same gutter That we, walk today gotta stay brave brother Keep your lips stiff, keep your fist
my sound, I?m formerly from the underground And its clear, for a year, I?ve been turing up the heat Made you get up and out of your seat Shake your fists
Who taught you these things, wounding crippling, I'd say that you're an effective machine, you say that you're clean, but maybe you're the same underneath
the man down. Get up. Get down. Sit up. Sit down. It's either fancy footwork or get bit by the hounds. Face up. Face down. Laced up. Laced down. It's either fist
new shocks in Nobody's watching so jail ain't an option Fuck trust, tried to kill my family twice Stupid mother fuckers trying to raise an anti-christ
the globe met [break] yeah you ain't safe if the bomb exists so I side with the Vietnamese communists if you wit me mothafucka raise your arm and fist
what I could not forgive... I seem to look away Wounds in the mirror waved It wasn't my surface most defiled Head at your feet fool to your crown Fist
what I could not.. forgive I seemed to look away wounds in the mirror waved it wasn't my surface most defiled head at your feet fool to your crown fist
, that the battle king does when I stab and swing, slice jupiter, slash saturns rings splinter venus, then leave the man in the moon wounded in operating
m dead. I raise my axe above my head, My eyes stare in furious rage. Yet more blood will be shed, This is a victorious day! Blood gushes from the wound
endure what I could not forgive... I seem to look away Wounds in the mirror waved It wasn't my surface most defiled Head at your feet fool to your crown Fist