Armored Saint - Over the edge

Tekst :

There s an open door
Callin to me
I just can t ignore
Wakin up
I realize
Bars of steel to keep me inside

Justice has done me wrong
Guilty for crime
Will age me so long
Understand that it s more than too late
Where s the lucky dog
Who used me for the bait

I m falling over the edge

Yeah, I guess he was pretty smart
Left me in the street with my gun in the dark
Murder, well I tried to prevent
Instead up the river is how my time is spent

I think I m over the edge
I ve been doin time
Tired of doin time
Over the edge

I can t take more of this cell
So don t be alarmed
When you hear this prisoner yell

Far away
Far away
Never too far away
From the truth

But where s the fairness
What s a harmless man to do
But see it through
Though I m trapped in this death bringing doom
Words of hope
There ain t no place
For this forgotten face
I take my chances

Now I know I m over the edge
Over the edge
Get me out
Get me out
Over the edge
I m tired
Over the edge

Inne utwory

  • Control issues
  • For the sake of heaviness
  • Mutiny on the world
  • Glory hunter
  • Burning question
  • Conqueror
  • Lesson well learned
  • Chemical euphoria
  • Hanging judge
  • Legacy
  • Spineless
  • Deep rooted anger
  • Envy
  • Terror
  • Den of thieves
  • Damaged
  • The laugh
  • Take a turn
  • False alarm

    • Losowe utwory

    Beautiful beautiful

    These are Los Angeles Times
    she is black and white
    she is New York Times
    with all its torn up streets
    in a fashion magazine

    beautiful beautiful times
    I found it in you
    beautiful beautiful nights
    spending with you
    beautiful beautiful lights
    shining through you
    beautiful...

    Another week

    I wake up each morning
    Go to work at eight
    Come home for dinner
    Time to celebrate
    So i round up my friends
    We made it through another week
    We may not have much
    But we ve got what we need
    So we go all night
    Until i see his face
    Then the party s over
    This drink has no taste
    He...

    Cries from a restless soul

    In a deep dark forest,
    In solitude I m having my rest.
    In the deep dark ancient,
    where my blood not will be frozen,
    I hear the silence whisper
    my name in ancient tounges.
    A voice from the past will follow me
    until the day I die.

    The less alone I am the more alone I feel.
    Still hoping...

    Terror

    Many years of fighting
    For the cause
    Religion
    Seperates the law

    Loyal man bomb in his hand
    Proudly he stands
    Sacred plot
    Innocent shot
    Crazy patriots

    Terror
    This is war
    Terror
    Feel the sword
    Terror...

    Ghetto star

    Moi je suis ne, le cordon ombilical autour du cou
    A l arrivee meme mere nature voulait me faire un sale coup
    Aujourd hui ils disent, que j suis la coqueluche des 12-24
    Que j ai fait mon coup en douce avec je zappe et je matte...