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Papa Roach March Out Of The Darkness

insane Am I ever gonna change my way Seperated Sick of the mess I Created The Pressure keeps rising When the truth is what im finding We March out of the darkness

gunna change my ways? Isolated, separated, sick of the mess I created The pressure keeps rising When the truth is what I'm fighting We march out of the darkness

gunna change my ways? Isolated, separated, sick of the mess I created The pressure keeps rising When the truth is what I'm fighting We march out of the darkness

ever gunna change my ways? Isolated, separated, sick of the mess I created The pressure keeps rising When the truth is what I'm fighting We march out of the darkness