Fed up of listening to this same song.
I’m tired of all this waiting for the bliss.
Always a miss when devil get shot.
As if we were not made for this,
Fight, falling in the abyss,
Resist, what we must do to exist,
Doubt this, shout this : Enough.
Begging for a bluff.
Always a tough thing to see,
A pair of kings and all the rough,
Stuff, that gonna fall upon us.
Like others history trust,
But this story is a must,
To be told coz,
The worth of gold will,
Soon be an old,
Conception that bold men,
Took for their own and
Squeezed to the bone man,
Until there were no plan,
Until we were gone man.
Same song.
Fed up of listening to this same song.
Same song.
I’m tired of all this waiting for the bliss.
Always a miss when devil get shot.
As if we were not made for this,
Fight, falling in the abyss,
Resist, what we must do to exist,
Doubt this, shout this : Enough.
Same song.
Same song.
Same song.
Same song.
Same, same old song.