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Tekstovi: Drift. Stalkin' Like Killers. L.B.D.4.


Cast into a crawling agony
Boxed into dying earth
seeking for another way out
just one peace of mind
walk the walk straight thru the fire
broken up inside but ten tons of will to fight
there's not one moment they keep you from growing
reprezent what you live by show'em what you die for
It's getting harder everyday to get by on that shaky ground
It's ruining, it's sick and too fucked up to give in
thing's ain't happen for no reason and you just can't let me be
turn my mistakes into the best in me
Make way, get drowned, get the fuck out-I swallow my fear
I got nothing to give to you where's your bulletproof when life knocks you down
You sold yourself out, only run your mouth
A failure to your own crooked rules
you won't break me...never break me...won't break me
with your cheap threats
there's not one moment they keep you from growing
represent what you live by show'em what you die for
Make way, get drowned, get the fuck out-I swallow my fear