Testi:
Papa Roach Infest

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

Watch your back because the next man is coming And you don't know if the next man is dumbin Survival of the fittest waht it is I got yo back, you got

Cut my life into pieces This is my last resort, suffocation, no breathing Don't give a fuck if I cut my arms bleeding this is my last resort Cut my

Life's been sucked out of me And this routine's killing me I did it to myself, I did it to myself, I said it would not be Somebody put me out of my misery

My words are weapons in which I murder you with but please don't get scared please do not turn your head we are the future the 21st. century dyslexic

I kill the rhyme again I'm comin sick and on time again words manifest from deep inside where people hide within it chemical unbalanced on the triple

Broken home All alone Broken home All alone I can't seem to fight these feelings I'm caught in the middle of this And my wounds are not healing I'm stuck

Born with no soul, lack of control Cut from the mold of the anti-socia Plug them in and turn them on Process data, make yourself the bomb What is your

talent is to rock all the nation We're going to infest Infest, the theory of my first manifesto Push your wig back with my lyrical pistol Blow, now Papa Roach