wrong When war takes sons and daughters Our lambs misled to slaughter War Clenching the fist of dissent Lies Clenching the fist of dissent Fear Clenching the fist
Arm your fists with smashed bottles. Aim at the patriarchal portraits.Repacked sex keeps your interest as we were living fuck machines. Nothing falls
fighting fists Fighting fists, angry soul Never lose my fighting fists My dear punks, angry boys Never lose your fighting fists Never lose my fighting fists Never lose your fighting fists
A gazing down upon his lifeless stare. My mind is playing tricks on me it's make believe, a daydream. So much anger inside of me, when these fists are
iron close at hand they rip our armour to useless strands We see the dead scattered in their tribes We feel their souls soar towards the sky Iron fists
Sleep on pillows made in Singapore Wrapped in comforters Sweatin' through sheets Drinkin' coffee in the morning Flown in on aeroplanes across the vast
souls into my hands Ten fists of hate, ten tongues of lies My kingdom calling you, my will for all of you Ten fists of nations call, I feel it dragging
i've seen that twitch in your eye before you can't push everyone away i have these words to give you this is my advice alone is no way to go burning bridges
Stop to question satellites Lost in vast expansions of space Place it in fists Finding more than we asked For 'misconceptions' reflective Glance
PRAISE TO MR. JACKIE CHAN CHINA'S NUMBER ONE CRAZY MAN WORKING HARD SO HIS AUDIENCE IS APPEASED HOLE IN HIS HEAD FROM FALLING OUT OF TREES THE FURIOUS FISTS
feel my hand Feel my arm, feel my arm Feel my fist, feel my fist Fists of love, fists of love, fists of love Fists of love, fists of love, fists of love Fists
Atonement means nothing without change to devour the folly of the past You live to destroy, your words are a cancer And for this you are condemned No
Cut the chord from this power supply that gives control to this failure. I am justice anticipating sweet revenge, like a killer. As the fog clears out
dragon cracks like a whip You cannot defy the Master of Fists Bender of will, defender of bliss Enters the dragon, the Master of Fists Snap of the dragon
Trying to remember where you are Having crushed all the pretty things There but for the grace of God, go i But I still believe And I will rise up with fists
now not the time to raise our fists in defiance Of this night that steals our dreams of all that we once hoped that we'd achieve? Fight with fists afire
bathroom stall Your back against the wall. Cold tiles beneaath your knees, Your body broke your fall. Spitting into your own reflection gazing back Inside your porcelain fists