Papa Roach - Crash
I refuse to be your victim i refuse to be your slave
I keep on burning my bridges
I keep on fucking up everything
Running from desperation god knows where i've been
I don't know where i'm headed
But i'm going too fast i think i'm going to crash
I'm going to crash
I'm going to crash, to crash
It is time for annihilation its time to be a criminal
No time for his hesitation time to be an animal
Looking at my reflection i don't like what i see
So i ask myself a question
Do i got what i want or do i got what i need?
I'm not afraid of the future
Of spinning right out of control
I don't know where i'm headed
But i'm going too fast i think i'm going to crash
I refuse to be a victim, i don't want to fall again
I know where i'm headed
God knows where i've been...
Live-love-life!
Live-love-fight!
Papa Roach
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Песня: Last Resort (All Words Here) Текст песни
Cut my life into pieces
This is my last resort
Suffocation
No breathing
Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm, bleeding
This is my last resort
Cut my life into pieces
Ive reached my last resort
Suffocation
No breathing
Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm, bleeding
Do you even care if I die bleeding?
Would it be wrong?
Would it be right?
If I took my life tonight
Chances are that I might
Mutilation outta sight
And Im contemplating suicide
Cuz Im losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me Im fine
Losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me Im fine
I never realized I was spread too thin
Till it was too late
And I was empty within
Hungry!
Feeding on chaos
And living in sin
Downward spiral where do I begin?
It all started when I lost my mother
No love for myself
And no love for another.
Searching to find a love up on a higher level
Finding nothing but questions and devils
Cuz Im losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me in fine
Losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me Im fine
Nothing's alright
Nothing is fine
Im running and Im crying
Im crying
I'm crying
I'm crying
I'm crying
I can't go on living this way
Cut my life into pieces
This is my last resort
Suffocation
No breathing
Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm, bleeding!
Would it be wrong?
Would it be right?
If I took my life tonight
Chances are that I might
Mutilation outta sight
And Im contemplating suicide
Cuz Im losing my sight
Losing my mind
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Песня: Between Angels And Insects Текст песни
There's no money, there's no possessions
Only obsessions, I don't need that shit
Take my money, take my obsession
I just want to be heard, loud and clear are my words
Comin' from within man, tell 'em what you heard
It's about a revolution in your heart and in your mind
You can't find the conclusion, life-styule and obsession
Diamond rings get you nothing but a life long lession
And your pocket-book stressin'
You're a slave to the system, working jobs that you hate
For that shit you don't need
It's too bad the world is based on greed
Step back and stop thingking about yourself
Start thingking about
There's no money, there's no obsession
Only obsession, I don't need that shit
Take my money, take my obsession
Take my obsession, I don't need that shit
Cause everything is nothing and emptiness is in everything
This reality is really just a fucked up dream
With the flesh and the blood that you call your soul
Flip ti inside out, it's a big black hole
Take your money, burn it up like an asteroid
Posssessions they are never gonna fill the void
Take it away and learn the best lession
The heart, the soul, the life, the passion
Present yourself press your clothes
Comb your hair and clock-in
You just can't win
Just can't win
The things you own, own you
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Песня: Getting Away With Murder Текст песни
Somewhere beyond happiness and sadness
I need to calculate
What creates my own madness
And I'm addicted to your punishment
And you're the master
And I am waiting for disaster
I feel irrational
So confrontational
To tell the truth I am
Getting away with murder
It isn't possible
To never tell the truth
But the reality is I'm getting away with murder
(Getting away, Getting away, Getting away)
I drink my drink and I don't even want to
I think my thoughts when I don't even need to
I never look back cause I don't even want to
And I don't need to
Because I'm getting away with murder
I feel irrational
So confrontational
To tell the truth I am
Getting away with murder
It isn't possible
To never tell the truth
But the reality is I'm getting away with murder
(Getting away, Getting away, Getting away, Getting away, Getting away, Getting away, Getting away, Getting away, Getting away with murder)
Somewhere beyond happiness and sadness
I need to calculate
What creates my own madness
And I'm addicted to your punishment
And I'm the master
And I am craving this disaster
I feel irrational
So confrontational
To tell the truth I am
Getting away with murder
It isn't possible
To never tell the truth
But the reality is I'm getting away with murder
(Getting away, Getting away, Getting away)
I feel irrational
So confrontational
To tell the truth I am
Getting away with murder
It isn't possible
To never tell the truth
But the reality is I'm getting away with murder
