Letras:
Outlast Positive Hardcore

Appreciation for life. But what life lives. Clined down with failure of mankind. Our mistakes are written in blood. Blood of everything that ever took

A piece of garbage. An old costume. That you want me to consume. Another words, another dollar. They all tighten my collar. More meaning than any product

I mean what I say. But do I live ut to myself. The lath might be too high. And I have no one to blame but myself. I contain more then empty slogans.

A barcode on my skin. A performance of life. An endless grin on a buisnessmans face. I'm screaming out my misery. And dwell in products I don't need.

My past caught up with me today. The pain and my wellbein. I'd say I haven't seen anything. There's nothing my parents haven't showed me. Not living

Positive hardcore, the flame still burn. Can't describe it with better words. I love the people, the music, the shows. Positive attitude in our souls

Obedience to the life of opposition can easily be sacrificed for the dream. An answering machine and credit card will stream from success. Success to

I've got a number on my bracelet. I've got a name on a paper. Belittle my value on the account of avarice. And I am thought to be patient. It's an injection

So hear I am again at this place where I speak my mind. Is that why you want to hear or do you care at all. Maybe you don't want more than empty words