Refuse کے بول

refuse the build a stinking hole of compromises served in gold well that's not me... that can't be me refuse to trade myself away, a day of fame for my own name well that's not me.. that can't be me feel alive, so i'll live alive until the end refuse to waste teh child in me, the little spot left clean and free well that's not me, that can't be me refuse to share the golden dreams of all the clowns entitled kings well that's not me... that can't be me feel alive, so i'll live alive until the end refuse to shape my dreams for them, when they don't acre to understand well that's not me, that can't be me refuse to bend against my will, my trace needs me alïve, to feel well that's not me... that can't be me