dying for? Is this all a dream What are we living for? This isn't a dream... It's more like a nightmare It's not my problem... No solution, not my
But afford it, then motherfuckers sheist for it In the jungle of concrete just within one beat of the heart you can be taken apart Ain't no regret but scars
sometimes the scars are way too deep i am bound, bound to the peace yes i am bound, bound to the peace sometimes you see no solution sometimes it's worse
in here regain all self defense asking for our all final solution nicorette,nicorette no matther all these things out arrogance,disturbance either way its so scar
painting on the streets and at the subway tunnels Write it down and remember that we never gave in The mind of a child is where the revolution begins So if the solution
the solution when your losin' Respect mine Now from the foul line Streets is a part of us Teaching the seeds through the heart of us Some get locked thats a scar
Egypt I gotta sing for Egypt This one is going for Egypt Yeah, I... I see the youths With the scars on their faces These are the scars of courage
epidemic copulates Spreading the disease Mechano eroticism Decadent anarchy The final solution is evolution Foreign intruder A new persecuter A vastness scars
by the brink I'm stranded in a sea of hope With not a drop to drink So I stand alone when I think Because conformity can't be the solution Because some scars
For every scar A lesson learned Heed the word hear the cries Four horseman at my door Your mistake Killed all my problems so fuck your solutions Evil
one ever told me when I was alone They just thought I'd know better, better The hardest part, this troubled heart Has ever yet been through now You've healed the scars
[Verse 1:] In my hands I hold the key to who I wanna be Solutions to my problems are just sitting right in front of me I crush them up with a little bit
respect? You've defiled our honour and your throth You crossed the line You won't get out this time You won't get out There's no other solution Then
Destruct, aah Too tragic to stay with you Too static to try for you These scars, they swallow hard The part of the past that's hollow and dark Too horrid
Voluntary action Leading to the scar upon the face Planning the reaction, the color The moment paint the place In blood, in fire Calling you back home
the truth is well known, there'll be no alibis Judgment will pass and their tales won't be kind For the final solution was mass genocide (Screams in the night) Scars
had a friend whose experience was riddled with scars Who got drunk one night in the trunk of Louie P.'s car I had a friend who'd love to scare you as
most of you outta town niggas Get caught up and turn bitter, the city of bullshitters Where hopes are blown, not even money for the phone Now tell me what's the solution
