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I'm a burden to myself
Elected by the default
Too much pressure and constant expectations of achievement
And I've got a guilty conscience with nothing left to lose
And nothing left to prove
'Cause I am a shell displaying all my faults and inhibitions
It's a feeling I can't shake off, help me with those inner demons
Unvoluntary restraint on my expressions, I digress
To the point of no return when I was left to confess
There is no hope, it ends before it started
There is no hope, it ends before it started
There is no hope, it ends before it started
There is no hope, it ends before it starts
Oh, this is the time to start and kill your disbelief
We are the founders of the streets that we unleash
We take what's ours today and then we come like thieves
You're left for dead but there's no time for you to grieve
Oh
Oh
We've got to find ourselves
We've got to take control
We've got to feed the fire
We've got to take control
Now is the time to gather and grind
Look to the light, I've been falling from the heights
And you beg for my pity, for a glance you can see
Divided we stand, united we fall
Go to the ocean, we follow the motions
The vibe, the fears, the bitches, the spickeys
There is no hope, it ends before it started
There is no hope, it ends before it started
There is no hope, it ends before it started
There is no hope, it ends before it starts
Oh, this is the time to start and kill your disbelief
We are the founders of the streets that we unleash
We take what's ours today and then we come like thieves
You're left for dead but there's no time for you to grieve
Oh
Oh
There's nowhere to hide, we've lost our sense of vision
I try to shield my eyes, I'm on a fucking mission
Let's start the homicide, you make the first incision
'Cause you've already died, depend on your religion
We find our strength in numbers (We fight back)
We find our strength in numbers (We attack)
We find our strength in numbers (We fight back)
Where is your god? Where is your saviour?
Oh, this is the time to start and kill your disbelief
We are the founders of the streets that we unleash
We take what's ours today and then we come like thieves
You're left for dead but there's no time for you to grieve
There is no time for you to grieve
No fucking time for you to grieve
There is no time for you to grieve
There is no time
There is no time



Авторы: Paul Wilson, Andrew Watkins, Jacob Field, Timothy Hider Copyright: Kobalt Music Services Ltd Kms, Concord Sounds



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