From the day I was born nothing was given I used to bleed just to feel alive All I wanted was to reach the sky They tried to kill my soul and bury my mind
There is no god here These fists are made of blood
It feels like walking through broken glass Every time I take a step, inside your temple of lies Rise, rise, rise from all your sickness
This blood is real, these scars run deep, it’s death before dishonor This blood is real, these scars run deep, it’s death before dishonor
It’s a sign inside us, that shelters emotions, defies oppression
From the day I was born nothing was given I used to bleed just to feel alive All I wanted was to reach the sky They tried to kill my soul and bury my mind
Real blood, real scars, real lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
