We must reclaim what is Ours before they try to Take away our sanity
They make a problem just so they can sell the solution We are an excess culture wasting away I'd like to think that we will make it out alive The truth is we have no purpose
And all this time I've been abused By a corporate system
My body quivers and I'm sweating when it's cold I'm having trouble breathing And when I sleep, I see visions of the dead I feel the greed in me seething
You think that you can take what's mine?
I'd like to see you fucking try
You think that you can take what's mine? You'll have to pry it from my cold, dead, hands With all the strength I have inside, I will never submitTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
