Bring It On کے بول

Freedom of body Freedom of being (lost control, what you heard) Bring it on Forced to acknowledge me, as my right This time is mine for forcing honestly In time you'll find, the truth was mine Frustrations of your past combine to make you what you are today Sick of hypocrisy In times of change you follow so blindly Inside your mind, you try to find A way to justify yourself for living what you know are lies Sit upon your throne Ruling in your world of stone A product of frustration Look upon the face of your messiah You try to conquer me Pathetic cries of blatant jealousy Inside your mind you try to hide You cannot fight the strenght of our convictions so why even try Sit upon your throne Ruling in your world of stone A product of frustration Look upon the face of your messiah Bring it on