Con Fuerza Boriqua Strugglin goin through the motions Day in day out Another commotion Backstabbed don't know how to stop A friend is only a dollar in
Go It's time to do a quick rewind To find another line and bring it back To get the juices flowing You, you found infection with injection Tell me lies
You're about to take a mind trip Get your ticket stamped, pack your thoughts on up And set yourself to rant and rave I'll pave the way and clear a path
Fuck that A simple system Mind control losing your soul In this fight that you started Now you're left broken hearted Shot down off a cloud for bein'
Funny feelin', my gut's intuition doesn't know No more bravery could convince you to more or less say no Your explanation hasn't gone over yet But I'll
The things we need and the things we strive For that feeling again comes so deep and warm I taste your breath just as sweet as sugar A simple reminder
man You silly rabbit turning tricks I give you no respect I don't understand the joy You get from pretending That you are the man That you are the man I see the struggles
Two tone straight gay misfits runaway different from the rest of you you scratching through the surface all my physical fears staring I said don't look
Con Fuerza Boriqua Strugglin goin through the motions Day in day out Another commotion Backstabbed don't know how to stop A friend is only a dollar
Chased by a dark cloud negativity the story of my so called life questions no answers no actions just words i can't find a direction to turn no easy
Split open your head And let me pour it in All the knowledge and feeling Let you see on TV Of these five deadly sins That your mother would not
Перевод: Nonpoint. Борьба.
...The things we need and the things we strive for that feeling again comes so deep and warm. I taste your breath just as sweet as sugar a simple reminder
...Go... It's time To do a quick rewind And find another line And bring it back to get The juices flowing You Found infection With injection Tell
You're about to take a mindtrip So get your ticket stamped Pack your thoughts on up And set yourself To rant and rave I'll pave the way And clear
Split open your head And let me pour it in All the knowledge and feeling Of these five deadly sins That your mother would not Let you see on TV
