S.O.L.
Strains, no further contribution
Strains for my own sake
Break, a rest of suffocation
Break the noise I hate
On gleaming underway path
I come to seize the day
With all the strength of will I own
With all, I’m waking up from dead-position
Pain, I divide mine from old strains
Pain of cutting leash, I’m unchained
Claim, the need of open-eyed brains
Claim the right to do it my way
Preparing all the great plans
And now they will be made
On gleaming underway path
I come to seize the day
With all the strength of will I own
With all, I’m waking up from dead-position
Fake, no further superstition
Fake were things I made
Fake, the wait for intervention
Fake, the faith of wait
Preparing all the great plans
And now they will be made
On gleaming underway path
I come to seize the day
With all the strength of will I own
With all, I’m waking up from dead-position |
