the cold And pulled you out of the cold, yeah It's all or nothing Yes, it's all or nothing Yes, it's all or nothing, yeah It's all or nothing
all or nothing But there's always something Holding you back, no you won?t fall But you can?t break through If you don?t give your all Its all or nothing
Oversættelse: Fighting Instinct. Alt eller intet.
s all or nothing But there's always something Holding you back, no you won?t fall But you can?t break through If you don?t give your all Its all or nothing
energy, and that emptiness inside. Lay it down for all to see that you gave up the fight. Did you ever see it through? Did you take some fucking action, or
care whether you got a spade or not Ain't no turning in your playing hand you was dealt Better tighten up your belt man, always go with The first instinct
gives fight or flight syndrome But my feet stay on the ground That's how I've grown Bred to resist the gravity of anything That's fucking with me Survivalist instincts
this In his eyes ten thousand enemies In his head one pocket for a kiss All the animals hunting everywhere Trying everything for something more or less Lock all
thing work right How come I feel like nothing's ever right Why am I the one who's always wrong Do you really want to win this fight Or do you want to
in bed? Or in the shower? Even if he's dead They won't allow a Man to show up after the appointed hour. [ANATOLY] They all think they see a man Who
to go down The pinballs in their machine bounce between abusive homes now If its fight or flight, they'll just choose to throw down Ain't nothing like
you all rot! check it It's difficult not to leave you a stiff adult, if you rip with insults Blood will be dripping with ? ? ? ? ? ? , once my instinct impulse And my instinct
's no lake for a vision or no birds to tell us the storm will come The battered fawn with nothing to lose is just as powerful as a lion fighting for
stench Children of tomorrow used to be strong War heroes! Now they are all gone Fight for your freedom go out and slay And to their graves they all
reward Dismantling the old ways, enslaving the opposition Better than the justice they deserve, feeding frenzy mayhem Life or death, survival, the rest is all
fight or flight syndrome, But my feet stay on the ground that's how I've grown, Bred to resist the gravity of anything that's fucking with me, Survivalist instincts
move Time to show what kinda nigga Move or get moved on Lets see whos strong [echo] In the days of the strange Where nothing stays the same With
little verses on you cats (it's all over) Give you a little flavor cause it's all for free I should be selling this right now but straight up y'all get
