, we just don't get it Burn it, burn this lie down Burn it, no more enslavement Burn it, burn this history page Burn it, just fucking burn it Human
How does it feel to burn? Drowning in self pity, convulsing in self hate All your life's revolving around your fate Lost and confused, who to believe?
Traducción: Refused. Queimar.
Traducción: Refused. Burn It.
And we just don't get it Burn it - burn this lie down Burn it - no more enslavement Burn it - burn this history page Burn it - just fucking burn it
How does it feel to burn? Drowning in self pity, convulsing in self hate. All your life's revolving around your fate. Lost and confused. Who to believe
'll live forever, we found the youth fountain Our love is crazy, we're nuts but I refused counselin' This house is too huge, if you move out I'll burn
what did I see? I saw one thousand cameras shooting And a giant TV And a mass of people sitting and watching Watching that big screen When around them was a fire burning
the people gather on the beach And the leader try to make a speech, But the Dreadies understandin' that it's too late: Fire is burning; Man, pull your own weight! Fiyah is burning
all the commotion And orders some mango tango ice cream by sign language She's approached by some wild-eyed poet drunk with love I like her easy refusal
leave me all alone? Now you tell me you need me When you call me on the phone But girl I refuse you must have me confused With some other guy, the bridges were burned
'Face, let's set it off [gunshot] [Scarface] It was the day that hell had broke loose, demons in the sky with the {?} Take over the heavens and burn
cut, in fear of a prison term They wanna put me in a chair and let me burn But go to prison on a murder rap, fuck that I refuse to be a visitor in state
't count Yeah, the real nigga blues Short sticks and long brooms Two feet planted whether it be the tomb or the courtroom Bullet wounds in my flesh Powder burns
it you should've ran before I done it Cause now I got this loaded twelve gage against your stomach You scarred for life and your whole high life's invited Burned
, and its closed casket. This is so tragic. I see death on every block i turn, its just not my turn. Live the same lifestyle, cash money to burn. Weed
we stopped talking Found myself in the corner drinking but the problem just won't go I distract myself with music but my ear drums just refused it So
We're scared of the dark With shadows and monsters And things I don't know Of burning fires The question of old questions Of what the truth would show
