No one there, theres only me I don’t need no sympathy
No one there, theres only me I don’t need no sympathy
No one there, theres only me I don’t need no sympathy
No one there, theres only me I don’t need no sympathy
No one there, theres only me I don’t need no sympathy
No one there, theres only me I don’t need no sympathy
No one there, theres only me I don’t need no sympathy
No one there, theres only me I don’t need no sympathy
Like they rose from the dead again, Such thoughts move straight through their head again, Blessed as the children of men, Who saw that swords strike less that the pen.
Surfacing from primordial waters We are the sons and daughters of Rawkus, Take your pretence to the slaughter, Leave adversaries hung, drawn in quarters.
As we awoke that morning, yawning, Blessed with a new skin forming, Eyes squinting, claret still pouring, Fists clenched, grasping, crying out calling, Lungs gasping, absorbing endorphin, We this unsuccessful abortion, Spartan spawn, sworn, Raised for warring, All told and we're reborn again.
No one there, theres only me I don’t need no sympathy
No one there, theres only me I don’t need no sympathy
Its starting (echo)
We’ll start again
Rise again (echo)
We’ll start againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
