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
: 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
: 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
: Words and phrases are lining up in my head. I?m catching my breath before I lay another verse on the table. I can?t sleep in this bed, until I get
: The reasons are complex, still a major factor is to blame. Thankfully it won?t last forever, not as long as we carry this flame. The executive arms
: 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
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
: 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
: A new divorce, I want to separate myself from all these endless cold blooded wars. I close my eyes but wherever I turn myself I find another source
: This has just begun, nothing fun, nothing is new under the sun. None of this shit will last in the long run, none of this will come undone. When you
: (Instrumental)
: There is a storm in my heart that tears my inside apart. It's not so smart standing in a corner when it's time for us to start up this engine that
: This comes as no surprise, We're emptying our supplies We're only thinking about the Size of the pile of shit to buy Over and over we take what
: I 'm maybe not so unique, I seem to get it all wrong when I'm angry and when I try to speak. I know I misbehaved, and that you always forgave, now
: First came the shock then came the pain. Then came the waves and washed the pain away. The TV, magazine and DVD, you ego wannabe, want to be on TV.
: As I walk through memories And at the end of these I've burned a lot of pain to see you within Deep powdered my skin and it's ( burning ) And I wanna
: As I pull myself together For the first time in a minute I think about some of my friends Who have left this time, this route And as I lay me down
it up with brick after brick after brick We don't care about how you keep on dissin' it This is the sound of the Raised Fist Republic Whispering about
