Project 86 - Run

Tekst :

Weakness is numbing my brain
A lack of love for my life means more than the pain
So erase those weak commitments
No choice, no way I m acquitted
You d better build another cross to hang another life
My immeasurable gain is your loss
So now run from the sights
Disease infects the paths to birthrights

Martyrs, not popular charts
Martyrs, not popular charts
Martyrs, not popular charts
Martyrs, not popular charts

Consequence rules the sects of mine
Hindsight throws the minds to past lives
Death s all around me
But now I d rather die than follow mediocrity
Disown my flesh, no loopholes to gain
Strain on my face sustained
Devotion, not a false witness
Wake up and smell the ashes

Martyrs, not popular charts
Martyrs, not popular charts
Martyrs, not popular charts
Martyrs, not popular charts

Run with the rest of the masses...
I choose to stand.

Inne utwory

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  • Losowe utwory

    Metal melts the ice

    Yea, I m out to get you Get inside your brain Gonna unleash my lust Try to drive you insane Can you feel my power? Pulsing in your head I m a vicious tiger Roaming across the land You know it s over When the Metal Melts the Ice You...

    Vietnow

    (Ch) turn on tha radio, nah fuck it
    Turn it off, fear is your only God
    On tha radio, na fuck it, turn it off
    Turn on tha radio, nah fuck it
    Turn it off, fear is your only God
    On tha radio, nah fuck it
    Your savior s my...

    Bullet In The Head

    This time the bullet cold rocked ya
    A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika
    Nothin proper about ya propaganda
    Fools follow rules when the set commands ya
    Said it was blue
    When ya blood was red
    That s how ya got a bullet blasted through ya head

    Blasted...

    The restless seas

    Traces of dew, eyes in disbelief
    Did we persist in misery and grief
    Tasting a glance of the bold
    A thousand days of fates untold
    And from the restless seas I m born
    Through pain and in the restless seas I drown
    Love in vain
    Cold embrace
    Regresses from mankind...

    Phallic tantrum

    No more... Harassed Hearts Primeval wings of solitude
    The cross has saved the soil
    Traces given to sinister moods
    Cavity of hate
    Unborn faith, scorn beneath
    The quest for death
    Gold built the mortal feat
    Into the phallic tantrum
    Stronghold of eternal fear
    Into the phallic tantrum
    Their only wish......