you up at night and clouded your mind it was all you could focus on our convictions run deep we're no longer appeased by sub-standard rules reserved by others
Woke up feeling useless it happens so much now woke up disillusioned with a bitter taste in my mouth regret's my own worst enemy its reminds me every
There's blood on their hands the rotten stench of a lie take the flag, raise it up strike the match, burn it down deny - there's no future control -
I lumpen fick jag ett problem Jag blev satt i armen Jag skulle bli en stridspitt med gevar Och skydda alla hoga befal I borjan kande jag avsky, hata
