Texty:
Final Fight Under Attack

Tomorrow isn't coming, that day won't be here. What you do to pass your time will ruin your next years. I can't be your savior; I won't be your guardian

We'll tied up our hands and nail down our feet to stop the progression of this ever-growing beast. Uneducated, irriational. Use your head you fucking

This will be the end of holding back, and a new start of sticking out our necks. We spent too much time hiding up in trees and covering our mouths. We

Did we lose our loyalty? I want to hear your screams behind me. We'll rally, we'll fight and we'll feel the weight of being free. But people won't say

How does it feel to be a problem? Because I feel fine. I never knew I had all of this. I never asked for it, so I'll take it and run. How does it feel

We're to busy scratching ourselves to think that something's wrong. We're too busy sitting on this faulty throne held by our wrongs. The social ruiners

an attempt to put a foot on the other side But I see no borderline, from under this colorblind And some will probably never hold peices of the sacred But then I'm finally

. Have these bitch niggas snitchin. Where are we now? Guns found daily. The feds surely hope that they could finally nail me for sellin dope. They backwards, make tracks burst whenever I rap. Attack

s the Demon(echo) [CHORUS] The Demon takes control of me and I must fight him for my soul The Demon has control of me and he won't let go of my soul Were finally