Cover di The Fuse

The Fuse
Album - 3 agosto 2005 - Debaser id 229625

di Pennywise

Shot down a million times
But I won't be fooled again
I need some time to figure it out
And put things on the mend
They say that time heals all
Well I hope that's true for me
Been stabbed in the back so many times
By my troubled history
Just need a reason why can't I just justify
All the pain and suffering
Yell Out in defiance
Your world's not for me
Confused on a path down a one-way street
Blind from what I can't see
I did it once before like some stupid trend
But I won't be fooled again
Blank stares from a million eyes
That are looking back at me
I sit around and ask myself
Just what the fuck they see
Am I all that you ever wanted
Do I fit your policy?
Wont be a victim of your mad disease
Or your uniformity
Il tuo voto:
"Competition Song"

Within all of us is the instinct to survive
And to win at any cost
In the fight to stay alive
We fear the foreign cultures
That are different from our own
And make enemies from strangers
Who are just people we don't know
We fight amongst ourselves
We obliterate ourselves yeah yeah
And we compete until we die
Even though we don't know why
We believe in ancient lies
We compete until we die
We struggle against each other
To get things in life we need
And even more to give us the status
Which in return will help us breed
We separate ourselves by the color of our skin
And the country where we're born
And which god we believe in
And we compete until we die
We believe these ancient lies
If we could only change our minds maybe then we'd all survive
Il tuo voto:
This is no way to live a life
The urban planning genocide
We have no hope or civic pride
They don’t care if we live or die
It’s not fair when you start with nothing
Your life feels done just before it starts
We’re just trying to believe in something
6th avenue nightmare
And our fate is set
6th avenue nightmare
What you see is what you get
Another day in living hell
It’s street life or a prison cell
The violence a cry for help
The cycle will repeat itself
Il tuo voto:
Premeditated Murder
You can have Jesus
They can have bombs
In hindsight we speak out
You praise all your wrongs
Looking out windows
And running through halls
If they cannot catch you
Then the system falls
Criticizing standout
They can see how they feel
At least it's not your son
On the killing fields
Euphemisms Breakout
At a pace giving show
The wheels of mass destruction
In your head are moving so slow
What it means you'll never know
you're beaten and its time to go
Premeditated Murder
Tyrannical Leaders
of which you're the best
Can only be happy
As the only one left
Now you're knocking on my door
Cause you killed all the rest
Oh, the self righteous wrongness
What a prophetic mess
You fail to look inside
And question what's on your mind
The lower classes get taxed
As their children cry
Death machine in motion
As the emperors dress
The seeds of mass destruction
Have been sown
So take your last breath
It's the last one you're gonna get
Another one is on your head
Il tuo voto:
18 Soldiers five days away
Caged in silence lying awake
Ragged tirades are dead at the stake
Raging sirens but nobody pays
We got nothing but time
Overacting out in cynical times
When the rain starts coming down
The search for absolution is dry
18 fathers visit the graves
Locked in violence resigned to their fate
Fallen Idols are cracked at the base
Hollow silence alone in their place
Retaliation is blind
With underestimated losses of life
And the stains of blood are bold
And visible beneath the divide
We're caught up in it we can't forget it
Forget your losses and don't regret it
Il tuo voto:
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