Texty:
Fistful Of Sound

't care about how you keep on dissin' it This is the sound of the Raised Fist Republic This is the sound of the Raised Fist Republic Whispering about

up with brick after brick after brick We don't care about how you keep on dissin' it This is the sound of the Raised Fist Republic Whispering about

think your life cannot be like this But seasons pass by What are you waiting for? Can't you hear the sound? Your soul needs rescue Listen, the sound

So many questions lines up in my head Like many others I cannot seem to understand Why they prefer some people to be dead This is something that haunts

As I pull myself together For the first time in a minute I think about some of my friends Who have left this time, this route And as I lay me down

it up with brick after brick after brick We don't care about how you keep on dissin' it This is the sound of the Raised Fist Republic Whispering about

This comes as no surprise, We're emptying our supplies We're only thinking about the Size of the pile of shit to buy Over and over we take what we

Time will let you go All alone I break Time will let you go All alone I break I don't know why you're wasting your own time I don't know how you see

First came the shock then came the pain. Then came the waves and washed the pain away. The TV, magazine and DVD, you ego wannabe, want to be on TV. Secondly