Letra de Ghost Hands

No big enough streets to revenge Metal terrain won't stop me You found peace intolerable You're gonna burn this place to the ground For you, success comes at a high price For me, it is a journey I hate to be beaten, but how do you win When the opposition is yourself We get up, we get up, we make history We get up, we get up, we make history We get up, we get up, we make history We get up, we get up, we make history We get up, we get up, we make history We get up, we get up, we make history You know, the guilt keeps chipping away At what I have left of conscience I need you to tackle the pain Don't let the weight of the world drag you down For most of us it's physical I have not discovered The ways to be taken along some road 'Cause the opposition is myself We get up, we get up, we make history We get up, we get up, we make history We get up, we get up, we make history We get up, we get up, we make history We get up, we get up, we make history We get up, we get up, we make history