Paroles de Grievance

Shout! A lost illusion in your closed mind You tell some tales we want to hear Priceless years to become in that Thornes are stuck, rage rise up And we won't leave it up to you (in your hands) We'll still fighting for what we want You decide only if you delight You weren't detached and you should be You couldn't decide well Guess what's that smell 'Cause you were under their spell Please go to hell! We found our identity But is not gonna be the way you wanted it 'Cause green is the colour of your greed That feeds your decisions Fuck! You shut me up I'm gonna scream the things you didn't let me There is no place for you between they and us I will make you burn to the bones I will make you burn to the bones I will make you burn to the And we won't leave it up to you We'll still fighting for what we want There's something good on the stage Will you stay when we'll be on the edge?