Текст песни




I'm a burden to myself, elected by the default
Too much pressure and constant expectations of achievement, yeah
Well, 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
A voluntary restraint on my expressions, I digress
To the point of no return where 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 where time start and kill your disbelief
We are the founders of the streets and we're unleashed
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
Because the feeling of failure
We've got to take control
Now is the time to gather and grind
Look to the left, we're involved in the heist
A new bait for our baiting, you return to the scene
Divided we stand, united we fall
Cold as the ocean, we follow in the motion
Survival of the fittest, the bitch is the sickest
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 where time start and kill your disbelief
We are the founders of the streets and we're unleashed
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 don't know where to hide, we've lost our sense of vision
I try to shield my eyes while on that fucking mission
Let's start the homicide, you make that first incision
'Cause you've already died, depends 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 where time start and kill your disbelief
We are the founders of the streets and we're unleashed
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
Oh, fuck yeah!



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



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