Tekst :
Red river flows down the skin of his facestep by step he s walking through the mist life ordains
died by the hand of men who preach in the name of god
silver moonlight shines on the eyes of emptiness
see the signs written on the wall
see the signs
standing on the hill of blame, warm summer rain falls down
he always knew that he would die at the hand of fools
the grief in his soul hurts hard more than his wounded flesh
see the cross burn with the light of hell that
shines on the land of hate
see the signs written on the wall
see the signs
see the cross white crosses
there follow days without a light
see the cross
they burn them down tonight
see the cross white crosses
if you believe, it s not a lie
see the cross
until they stabbed him to death
Tekst :
You got me forced to crack my lids in twoI m still stuck inside the rubber room
I gotta punch the clock that leads the blind
I m just another gear in the assembly line-oh no
The noose gets tighter around my throat
But I ain t at the end of my rope
CHORUS
Cause I won t be the one left behind
Can t be king of the world If you re slave to the grind
Tear down the rat racial slime
Can t be king of the world if you re slave to the grind.
Get it?
A routine injection, a lethal dose
But my day in the sun ain t even close
There s no need to waste your prayers on me
You better mark my words cause I m history.
Yes indeed
You might beg for mercy to get by
But I d rather tear this thorn from my side
CHORUS
They swallowed their daggers by turning their trick
They tore my intentions apart brick by brick
I m sick of the jive
You talk verbal insecticide
CHORUS
I said slave to the grind
Slave to the grind
Slave to the grind
Tekst :
Czemu złości się tyle złości w każdym z nas,a na brata brat wilkiem, spode łba
patrzy wtedy, gdy temu coś tam wiedzie się.
Czemu każdy brać zamiast dawać chce?
Gdzie się podziać ma ten, co puka do twych drzwi,
ten, któremu ty nie otwierasz ich?
Samotności swej pije kielich aż do dna,
by szczęśliwym być w kolorowych snach
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Teraz pięknie na mój znak:
Czy to warto w złości tak?
Miłość boli znacznie mniej,
tylko jej zaufać chciej,
Bijobije....