Clearfield to pick up skams. Nick Giocka was there and the rest of the band. but Friday night never go as planned. it was the last great trip in the wisdom
real line separate the rich and the poor and money is the root of every single war. let?s start a class war. it could be the last war we?ll kill all
I know about secrecy. I?ve witnessed horrible crimes. I?ve seen shit that literally made me sick to my stomach But I can?t tell sometimes the truth is
I live for you, I?ll fight each day until god takes my soul away but if I fail, my family I?ll trade my life for an early grave. I won?t stop fighting
Listen up, I don?t trust you, I don?t know why, maybe it?s your smile or something in your eyes, but who cares? I don?t know you at all so it really
Are we all living in a fog? Narrow, misses and close calls plague is all. Blurry perception powerless against the inevitable fall. How many times is
We?re always working and working just trying to get paid. Do what you want you?ll never had it made. Time never stops and death won?t wait. It?s countdown
No justice for the working man. We works our fingers to the bones of our bleeding hands For the crumbs of the rich and privileged And they wonder why
I don?t wanna live in a world where I can?t keep my children safe. sometimes Ii lie awake in the dark cause I can?t stop thinking about it. I?m surround
I had a teacher back where I was in school. He talked down to the little joey like a fuckin fool. He said: ?life ain?t fair. you're gonna find out quick
He was burn to a world of pain. left on a doorstep out in the rain. the first of 7 kids starving in the hood. he never met his dad and his mom was no
from you. no matter where I roam I will come back to you we are the keystone. Land where our fathers died. we are the working class. rebirth of the hardcore
Too many secrets I can?t hide nothing to believe in and I know why. buried in the deepest part of me. this is mine. this is mine. living on a quest for
really understand me. God don?t come around no more. I don?t see a trace of him in this world. Poor men fighting in a rich man?s war. cause God don?t
Violent Assault come for you. Pick up a weapon There?s nowhere left to run. Me and you. Let?s settle the score. You?re always fucking talking. What do
This is the sound of the end. it?s like a crushing destruction, smashing everything in sight and it?s coming for you, it?s gonna hold you, embrace you
the lower classes The ones you left out, jobs were givin', better livin' But we were kept out, made to feel inferior, but we're the superior Break the chains
, the lower classes The ones you left out, jobs were givin', better livin' But we were kept out Made to feel inferior but we're the superior Break the chains
