3 acessos
We're living the age of frustration and nothing can save us until we die symptom of a new addiction
A fistful of cowards are leading our lives
Don't even think that you're controlling me for some you're an idol, but your podium rusts symbol of weak-minded authority don't push me now, 'cause i'm ready to burst
* the more your power is weak the more you use and abuse of it and now what are you gonna do? it's turning back to you
You're afraid of losing your wooden crown your obedients, you're laughing at their faces it's easier to make'em going down than elevate yourself at the highest place
I know that you hate to hear those hurting words you prove you exist gripping your power tight king of the smallest kingdom in the world don't deal with me, 'cause i'm ready to fight