I remember how it used to be When you said you were in love with me Now I'm all alone, sitting by the phone There's that memory, hanging over me Oh, you
Clenched fist, hot blooded Make no mistake these eyes have seen what drives the blind I need a cutman to bleed these angry eyes Hallowed are those, they
Capture your souls with a vengeful fist I will hunt down and conquer Send your best to the grave For your crime I've suffered I lurk in the shadows Entombed
blood spilling out from the core Dig my grave of opportunity Time stalks us all A scar filled test of who we are Dig my grave of opportunity Downward
I thought I knew you but I was wrong These waves of torment Drowning me, for far too long Inhibitions speak, it seems like now and forever You don't,
How can we close our eyes When the walls around us Wear thinner each day? How can we mute our voices When a parade of chaos marches Throughout the land
witness to the gathering of the march The past thou shalt never cross Things here will never be the same All bear witness to the gathering of the march
Blind to deceits by our fears to a kingdom of false pretense Selfish hands, fallacies never ending Dominate, the fix is in, a crusade not meant to win
So many have lost their way So many have fallen to their grip of faith Controlled by their words of hate Divided, we ravage our homelands The abundance
Hell yeah We are the pulse of the world Yeah Our eys have grown so wide Don`t hold back Keep your eyes on the prize Always Will Yeah Toe the line We
A toast for our sins Our instincts drags us deeper Throwing us to the wolves The nameless were all buried long ago We are not anonymous The faceless
We`ve bid our time All patience claimed Content with nothing Our lives lived not in vain Not in vain It`s calling - It`s calling I fear the hold as met
blackened my hate Another night could seal my fate It's so hard but I try to leave To the sky my heart I give Someone just walked across my grave My
already behind us Rattle and shake their political cans Giving directions without any plans There's a new kid on the block And he's taking my place Walking on my grave
Sinking farther than you've gone Wanting more than all you got It isn't as simple as it seems Giving them everything they need I'm playing the part Digging
gathering, I'll be at their side Armed and ready stand My rights I must defend Steel is in my hand The clan's are marching 'gainst the law Bagpipers
Las muchachas serias pocas quedan ya, si el trasero ensenan lo mismo les da. Las muchachas serias han quedado tres, misteriosas ellas y te hablan de