Альбом Throwdown

Broken down, grab a hold of my hand. Cleanse yourself. Now set yourself
free. Broken, self-defeated, lost. You've got to give yourself some
discipline. Raise your fist in the air, drug free. Cleanse yourself. You
don't need it, despite what you may think. It's in your head.

Answer me this, is God a fascist? If you can't see him, then you will
burn in hell. Help me. Save me. Show your fucking face. In the name of
love you let me fall from your grace. Show your face and save, or let me
hate you. Down on those knees never did a fucking thing. Rot and sin,
cause you can't see him. Cause you can't see what he never showed, then you
will burn in hell. Rot and sin, cause you can't see him

Faster and faster, heading for disaster. Forward to die. Death to life.
When I'm happy. When I'm sad. When I'm mad. Drive me dead. In the dead
of night, tears fall like rain. Upside down inside a mind of pain. Spill
that drink, break that glass. You're drunk as fuck, drive me dead. Break
that last glass.

Step it up. Sometimes I feel me, beneath me, deceiving. Deceive myself,
keeps me from believing. Believe in yourself. Step it up. Losing touch, I
lost my way. Lost for words without a thing to say. Losing touch, I lost
my way. Lost for words, lost my faith. Losing touch, I lost my way...but
I'll try again.

I sang those songs before, but they don't mean anything, anymore. What
will remain? Not a god damn thing except memories of worthless words. What
will remain? Not a god damn thing. You're not fooling anyone cause hardcore
is deeper than what you hear. So stay the fuck out of our scene. You're
not sincere