stepping groundn lost, fallen through the sand of time. the security once known has been stripped back and exposed. strong hands wich before expressed
Emptiness again Left alone again Left to question all that's happened No one cares No one tries All that's left is the will to die Try... Try to
No need Theres no use The past is gone Can't look back Forgive Condemn the choices made are mine alone I won't back down from this Can't turn back now
The fight for what's right does not lie in closed minds Search inside and you will find the answers lie within the reach of those who try... to live
will you ever know what it is feel for you? can i express myself - is there any way to? it moves through and through it moves through me... look into
just when it felt like these walls weren`t so close, and the grip of what held me tight was close enough for my escape... i fell again, and where were
the shadow is taking over by acceptance...the shadow is taking over. the movement pulled below. strifled crises are thrown aside but i am searching for
reaching hands- cirkling down i see it twist to nothing torn from what it meant, cou from extence...my fingers bleed, but reaching hands are not weak
minds decay for moments lost. nothing`s done, nothing`s said... i won`t let it go on i won`t let steal you what`s left inside. i won`t let it go on. i
never forget your face Now I'll never forget this place I won't be here too long I won't be here too long Solo contender There's no control You cradle
The lights are spinnin' I gotta get myself up off the floor My head is ringin' Bet they think I can't take too much more The crowd is howlin' Like the
Once had a love but soon had enough He was a false contender He got so thin, there must have been Deep sorrow gnawing away at him What will I do? Will
live with yourself So live off someone else You say you're one of us But you're really one of them So don't pretend, social contender This rule by ladders
IN EVERY SINGLE WAY THIS CULTURE REEKS LIKE SHIT FORCE FED ENOUGH EVERY DAY, ENOUGH TO CHOKE ON IT YOU KNOW YOU'VE GOT NO VOICE AND EVERY TIME YOU'LL
A quiet moment before the champ goes down through the doors of his decision to fight through one last round. Though he's beaten and he knows it, no
I'm broke and I'm hungry, I'm hard up and I'm lonely I been dancing on this killing floor for years And of the few things I am certain I'm the captain
A quiet moment before the champ goes down through the doors of his decision to fight for one last round. Though he's beaten and he knows it, no way in