1. |
Drop the act
01:43
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What the fuck you think you gotta prove
We don’t give a shit about the things you do
Would it come as a big ass surprise
That the only thing we care about is what is inside
Drop the act
Rely on yourself
Cut the crap
Rely on yourself
Maybe the real you is so shit
That you need this charade to cover it
Yeah you’re a bad ass, yeah you’re obscure
Yeah you know what’s up, it’s all we ever hear
Fake and lie to make yourself fit
Building a likeness of your bullshit
You spun the web and now you’re caught
It’s time to cut the crap, we’ve had enough
Drop the act
Rely on yourself
Cut the crap
Rely on yourself
Drop the act
Rely on yourself
Cut the crap
Rely on yourself
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2. |
Watch me go
02:49
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The best thing I ever, I ever done did
Was to take a long fucking walk straight out of all this bullshit
Ain’t got time to be too proud or act a part
I’ll skip the fucking deal and the rest of you can eat my dust
No man’s slave, I pave my own way
I know where goes my boiling point, you’ll know when I go over it
What we had ain’t never coming back
Gave it all I got, now I couldn’t even give a fuck
Watch me
Watch me go
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3. |
Fresh new hell
01:27
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I bet hell is like this here life
Never ending instead of one try
Burning in hell’s flames for all eternity
Seems like a lot better deal to me
Every day a fresh new hell
On this earth, doomed to dwell
Forever stuck in a vicious circle
Times of peace and times of torture
Pitchfork up my ass? Any day
I’d just get used to it anyway
Everyday a fresh new hell
On this earth, doomed to dwell
Fresh new hell
Fresh new hell
Fresh new hell
Fresh new hell
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4. |
You'll get up again
01:22
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Get knocked out
Kicked while you’re down
Didn’t even know where it’s coming from
All this shit just to prove a point
You’ll get up again
You’ll get up again
Just ‘cause might
Makes it right
The only thing that got proved tonight
Is that wounds heal allright
You’ll get up again
You’ll get up again
You’ll get up again
You’ll get up again
Sticks and stones, fist and knees
Didn’t quite make out what you wanted to say
Drove your point across with a sucker punch
I’d like to pay attention but it hurts so much
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5. |
Help yourself
02:44
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Terror and disarray
You leave behind as you make your way
Don’t give a good god-damn
About no next man
You fought your whole life trough
Took what you can
You did what you had to do
Gotta help yourself since no-one else would
You know fortune favors the few
‘Cause that shit never shone on you
Lady luck can fuck off and die
She has clearly chosen her side
You made your own fortune
Took what you can
You did what you had to do
Gotta help yourself since no-one else would
You gotta help yourself
You gotta help yourself
You gotta help yourself
You gotta help yourself
Terror and disarray
You leave behind as you make your way
Don’t give a good god-damn
About no next man
You fought your whole life trough
Took what you can
You did what you had to do
Gotta help yourself since no-one else would
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Silver Speed Helsinki, Finland
Max: Vocals
Reko: Guitar / Vocals
Osku: Guitar
Aapee: Bass
Ville: Drums
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