Tekster: Madball. Set It Off.

We don't fake it, we just take it
Set if off

I see through bitter eyes
And the fact still remains
I read between your lies
You got beat at your own game

Take a trip with me
For soon I will sin
Without one regret
The pain will begin

As the knife got deeper
Won't go without a fight
And you know the price you'll pay
That price is with your life

Suffering and pain
Like nothing in your past
I walk the walk
And my path will be your last

I see through bitter eyes
And the fact still remains
I read between your lies
You got beat at your own game

Take a trip with me
For soon I'll sin
Without one regret
The pain will begin

As the knife got deeper
Won't go without a fight
And you know the price you'll pay
That price with your life

Suffering and pain
Like nothing in your past
I walk the walk
And my path be your last
Path will be your fucking last

Set it off