Broken home All alone Broken home All alone I can't seem to fight these feelings I'm caught in the middle of this And my wounds are not healing I'm stuck
Cut my life into pieces This is my last resort Suffocation, no, no breathing Don't give a fuck If I cut my arm bleeding This is my last resort Cut my
Born with no soul, lack of control Cut from the mold of the anti-socia Plug them in and turn them on Process data, make yourself the bomb What is your
There's no money, there's no possessions, only obsession I don't need that shit Take my money, take my obsession I just wanna be heard, loud and clear
talent is to rock all the nation We're going to infest Infest, the theory of my first manifesto Push your wig back with my lyrical pistol Blow, now Papa Roach
Can you take that down? So, can you take that down? All I need is a bottle And I don't need no friends, no Wallow in my pain I swallow as I pretend
Watch your back because the next man is coming And you don't know if the next man is dumbin' Survival of the fittest what it is I got your back, you got
I am a mess I made a huge mess I can?t control myself I kill the rhyme again, I?m coming sick and on time again Words manifest from deep inside where
I got a problem with the snakes that are crawling Through my area When the darkness has fallen And Mama told me that they love to bite They stab you in
Life's been sucked out of me And this routine's killing me I did it to myself I cannot say it would not be Somebody put me out of my misery Expression
Remember the girl Abused with forks, knives and razorblades Remember the girl Abused with forks, knives and razorblades She finally left him, she had
my operations My God given talent is to rock all nations Infest, the theory of my first manifesto Push ya wig back with my lyrical pistol Blow now Papa Roach
Překlad: Papa Roach. Zamořit.
Překlad: Papa Roach. Zamořit (LP verze).
in my operations My God given talent is to rock all nations Infest, the theory of my first manifesto Push ya wig back with my lyrical pistol Blow now Papa Roach
: There's no money, there's no possessions Only obsessions, I don't need that shit Take my money, take my obsession I just want to be heard, loud and
: Watch your back because the next man is coming And you don't know if the next man is dumbin Survival of the fittest waht it is I got yo back, you got
