Тексты песен «Knockout Theory»

Exit the thoughts of yesteryears Burn memories and let them go (What is right, what is wrong) Extinguish pains of things to pass Relinquish fears and set them off (What is true, what is false) Storm off on a tangent...

Times have changed and it's so hard to just get by Now Uncle Sam wants... Uncle Sam wants you to die I sit and ask myself, 'will anyone hear my voice?' And now I tell myself, 'it's all my fucking choice' I'd rather be...

The pressure's building up This time, enough is enough Bite the hand that feeds the fire Brace yourself, this time we're live And now we face the facts This time, there's no turning back Lead the way, take back our...

The sky is bright but that's no sun It's just the monsters we've become Training the youth to war machines And taking down the enemy "Defend your freedom", "Where's your pride?" And if you make it out alive You'll...

Clock ticks away, life starts to fade, and you're just left with nothing Here comes the light, therefore unite, at least you're doing something Salt shaker on the right side (woah) Can't find where nothing goes Trapped...

I'm the best of the best, but my social life's a wreck I've got a Ph.D in Cosmetology and I'm about to crack from the stress I see fifty beauty queens on the screen and I'm really quite perplexed 'Cause I've been...

I'm raving Since that second I walked in the doorway Saw you heating up the hallway Never pausing for a second glance You took the others for a ride Your fingers tapping at your side As if broadcasting red alert for...

Before you judge somebody, you've gotta' judge yourself You're a ticking time bomb; it's affecting your health Wasting all your time and you've gotta' stay on task You're a hijacked train and you're running off track...

I've ran away too far, too long Trying to be rid of thoughts and pains That build me up, that drag me down That crash the waves upon my feet But now I see there's no escape I really need to come to grips With the idea...

I sit here all day long, singing the same song A page in the scrapbook is where I belong What's the point in getting out Conversing is just plain wrong I once took a day job, but that didn't last long When I worked the...

I'm sick of always being the underdog when I try so hard and I wake up wondering what the answers are Well, I ? I guess I'll put it this way: Dear Journal, this marks year one of writing you I'm growing tired of all the...