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Testo: Combat Crisis. Face The Crowd. Misled.


Any day, anytime, anyone, any place.
There it is watch out, it?s something you despise.
Here it comes, here it is, there it goes...then again
they will come back and you will let them in.

Death, dishonor, blood and pain.
You?ll never see it coming until it?s in your face.
The paranoia won't go away.
You?ll never see it coming until it?s in your face.
[x2]

Sit down, stand up, look around, you?ve been struck.
Day after day, they know when you are weak.
Fuck shit up, now calm down, look around, now you?re the clown.
You could avoid it all around, but you?re the one they want.

Death, dishonor, blood and pain.
You?ll never see it coming until it?s in your face.
The paranoia won't go away.
You?ll never see it coming until it?s in your face.
[x2]

Make a choice, make it quick. You?re just a door mat for their feet.
Step after step, you?re losing their respect.
Ask yourself ?is this me? Is this who I wanna be??
The answer is no you will fuckin see!

Death, dishonor, blood and pain.
You?ll never see it coming until it?s in your face.
The paranoia won't go away.
You?ll never see it coming until it?s in your face.

Death, dishonor, blood and pain.
You?ll never see it coming until it?s in your face.
The paranoia won't go away.