Tekstovi: Final Fight. My Life.

Another day. Another goodbye. What am I reduced to when this becomes my life? Let go of this, don't shed a tear. Let go of that, but stay sincere. I'm doing all the best I have. We have so much left in our hearts than to stand still and never start something new, something revolutionary. My Life. There aren't enough walls to keep us down. And there will never be enough rivers that'll make us drown. The Word 'RESIST' still shows to be a driving force deep within me. These roads now bear my feet. We will find, find the truth