Paroles de The Sermon III

Get up! Come on, is that all that you've got?! Your chances exhausted before even taking a shot But you are out of your league, you float with no sting As your corner slowly empties while the lonely bell rings Too busy taking revenge instead of repaying those who've helped And you weep cause you realize your opponent was yourself Watch your dreams fade away without fame or renown Like ashes to ashes, They All Fall Down!