Grievance

Shout!

A lost illusion in your closed mind

You tell some tales we want to hear

Priceless years to become in that

Thornes are stuck, rage rise up

And we won't leave it up to you (in your hands)

We'll still fighting for what we want

You decide only if you delight

You weren't detached and you should be

You couldn't decide well

Guess what's that smell

'Cause you were under their spell

Please go to hell!

We found our identity

But is not gonna be the way you wanted it

'Cause green is the colour of your greed

That feeds your decisions

Fuck! You shut me up

I'm gonna scream the things you didn't let me

There is no place for you between they and us

I will make you burn to the bones

I will make you burn to the bones

I will make you burn to the

And we won't leave it up to you

We'll still fighting for what we want

There's something good on the stage

Will you stay when we'll be on the edge?