This barrier of concept This wall of the dead I will not be held down with endless regret You have got to break away from the art of breaking your neck Contemplating on the existence of walls that you create In the end your'e nothing but a fossil of your hate Pat yourself upon the back for throwing the dogs a bone Remember this in torment and know that you've been warned
I wake up every single day man And I'm telling myself again and again This is where it ends
The draining pace of a generation comes to end I will not bow down to the price of what you call a man
These liberated thoughts have flooded through my battlefield Now watch us as we take down all these armies of the blind Take my hand, before the crossroads Naked as the unborn child that you have labeled as your Faith Turn your back, reprogramming how you think Words become the undertow unless you live them outTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
