Vārdi:
Forgotten The Conflict

Over so called holy land so many have to bleed But they won't blame god or each other They'll blame American greed After all who sold them the guns As

to hereafter Mortals in their prime With their desperate hands in the air Daunting complex and burning Rhythmic as change Constant as time Conflicts

lane like a hustla never hate a motherfucker Tolerate a motherfucker to a certain extent When it's on, it's over don't get no chance to get popping Forgotten

dark goes to sleep The forgotten of society rot That's when grown man weep That's when ignoring it stops That's how we seperate like water and oil The inner conflict

The devours of souls. - An abandoned priest The savior beckons for him to rise - An abandoned angel An encounter with the fallen one - The final conflict

What can heal can also tear you up inside Writing down your own anthem You don't like the older one I would stand at attention for less than minimum Wage your own forgotten

give this shit up we're meant to be friends but we now we can't. can't let our guard down for too long we value our friendship so highly but too easily forgotten

tested, But no way for we still stand divided. More and more we're turning against our own, How come? How have we forgot? That this is the one thing

enemies, please, thats messy No one wants a conflict, but were hundreds strong and we wont -- Be stopped till Fuck I dont know, Fuck i forgot But this