strong But that was on the outside Where did I go wrong On the inside the sun still shines And the rain falls down But the sun and rain are prisoners
alone On the inside the sun still shines and the rain falls down But the sun and rain are prisoners too When the morning comes around (x2) on the inside
Traduzione: The Living End. Prigioniero On The Inside.
The Pain I Feel Inside You Know Its Like Im Liven Just To Die I Fall On My Knees And Beg For Mercy. Not Knowing Im Not Worthy Living Life Thinking No
mind off the past and try to let the days start But she's waiting on one of those annual calls While she's looking at the photos on her hallway walls [
execution For not following the Atoms Nebular constitution, these Poems are living documents, so when I die My ionic generation collects the pie Let's question the "Dead End" sign on
Strange paradise that you're living in, Strangers talk to you in hissing tongues, fictioning. I've gone inside some, you don't see me none, I don'
To now while back in time it ceased to march it just kept on I want you back I want you back when it was here I slept on What I appreciate a little more
it fucking stinks When met with resistance, they stamp on it until it breaks Their society remains secret and although we know their name We are the pawns on
then I shall die Living like this is the end - I want to feel it all Shatter my world of glass - And cut open its prison walls All logic now left behind
more than a riot (long lived the revolution) can't keep quiet this time gon' be more than a riot [stic.man] religion is like prison keep the people locked
A & Matrix got in on lock, so count your days in prison I don't care what niggas say, this nigga A will live the day The simple way, true lyrics, no need
a jail, w/in a gaol, w/in a white free protestant Maelstrom We're perched headlong on the edge of boredom We're reaching for death on the end of a candle
fire, that's burning inside I'm on my grind, in a savage land where savage survive Only two options for your ass, is you live or you die Niggaz die, on
Hammering pulse pumps blood of fear Gut centered dread Now builds inside of me Conceal the crime, is it worn on my Face To cross the border free Cornered
France This is for the fans I be on tour to support me and Want my project in stores to try give me a sporting chance Of making a living Every statement
