Testo di Renegade

Living in the belly of the beast I was polishing the gears for the machine This picket fenced hypocrisy Has thrown a box on me Yeah it was pitch black, now I finally see Don't have the same dreams as my neighbors When the grass is dead it's not always greener Don't drink the things they sell Backseat driver Crash survivor Too late to go the way Ooh, black sheep in the world of grey