Tekster:
Raised Fist Veil Of Ignorance

Your superpower dream is blowing up steam. Trying to create the land of the supreme. The decision making leave my heart aching. They smooth up their

We live in the city of cold. And even though I have to admit, that sometimes we love to spit on it. But I would take a million bullets for it, the centre

friend watch out for the traitors. I see them but I try to close my eyes for the haters. My name is Alexander, the Raised Fist commander, the unsinkable

It?s time to realize that our stay on this planet is just temporary. Everyday we come closer to the end by bursting out in rivalry. The tension, anger

Does it make a difference if we play punk rock, and unlock the mysteries of hardcore and walk around the block, in trendy clothes, pretending to be superstars

friends who breathed their last. The past comes flooding back . The past comes flooding back to me, turning around all the debris. Time is passing by. This goes out to the Raised Fist

You need a friend today, but it never happens after knowing your name. Before people say Good Day they ask how much you weigh, then they say your skin