Raised Fist все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

There is a story that I want to tell
A little story from the inside of hell
There wasn't anything that she could do
She was trapped to the shit like glue
Infuriated by the problems at his work
The fucking jerk went berserk and let his anger
Run the way up her back, a disgusting attack
And then everything went black

All this is breaking me.
Same old story same old history.
And I'm wondering will this ever end.
Will I be able to trust in my friends ?
Always shared everything with you.
Answer with a backstab that is what you do.
Thinking of breaking this to pieces.
It's really time for a longer recess (recess).

We live in the city of cold.
And even though i have to admit, that sometimes we love to spit on it.
But i would take a million bullets for it, the centre of this story.

And when i quit, to commit to the pit.
And when i've stopped to transmit, bury me in a hole under my favourite tree.
Wait a bit, say goodbye, put a xxxxxxx lid on it and split.

This song is definitely not the operation provocation
I'm writing this of respect of all the punkbands in the nation
I have such faith in people like you that really dare to disagree
And for all the times you've helped us spread the words making mp3's

I'm so glad that you're still the same, with the same name. I love the person you became
I wanna be just like you, just like you
And I'm so glad that you're not hostile, that you're wearing a smile & care less about style

Can you turn away from the TV everyday ?
Do you go to bed in time.
And do you work the next day ?
Can you throw away your cigarettes for good ?
Do you say I'm sorry every time you should ?
Are you talking shit about anyone you know ?
Are you hiding your pornography so that no on will know ?
I'm not better than you.

Moved by nature & everything around
Watching the sky while I try to stay on solid ground
Maybe this can bring new spirit into my life
Maybe this can help me to decide
At least I've tried

Life's too short for us to be apart
The same song echoing sadly in my heart

A new divorce, I want to separate myself
From all these endless cold blooded wars.
I close my eyes but wherever I turn myself
I find another source of no remorse.
Moving towards the verge of collapse
And I can't force you or anyone else to help me to restore.

And I despise, when we act like all this came as a surprise

Замечая все эти изменения...
Увеличивая своё количество... (имеется в виду количество последователей; букв. перевод "расширяя свою шеренгу)
Исписывая все эти страницы...
Обычно я наполнен яростью, когда выхожу на сцену.
Я разоблачал твой пиздеж уже столько лет,
На этот раз я сломлю его окончательно. Наша дружба, твоя улыбка -
Во время нашей следующей встречи в городе ты снова будешь изображать и то, и другое.

As I pull myself together
For the first time in a minute
I think about some of my friends
Who have left this time, this route
And as I lay me down to sleep
For the 10,000th time in my life
I realize what I've got
And what I have to cherish

This part goes out to people like you who knew that this could come through
It's so hard to explain the strength of the chain that binds us
We keep this inside shining of pride knowing that you're existing
You always denied us, tried to divide us into everything

Lack of communication takes the breath out of me
I'm pleading without seeing and I'm looking for my enemy
I have no patience when I see that you are filled with greed

This comes as no surprise,
We're emptying our supplies
We're only thinking about the
Size of the pile of shit to buy
Over and over we take what we want
To take even if the bond with nature will break
And when I lay me down to sleep
I wonder why I'm feeling fucking incomplete

Moneymaker, the instigator. Both of them trapped in the same boat
Seem to be more of a fake, playing a completely different role
Insinuate to have the faith in humanity is insanity
I'm waiting for the sun to rise to wipe away those angry faces

Invasion led by other nations
I feel fragile & lost, I have no patience
Intervention is building up the tension

I'm maybe not so unique,
I seem to get it all wrong when I'm angry and when I try to speak.
I know I misbehaved, and that you always forgave,
Now I understand that you just turned into a silent cave.
I wish I could redo some of all these hurting moves,
I really wish that I had time left to improve.
But as I'm lying here imagining figures in the concrete ceiling above,
I realize, this is my last day.

First came the shock then came the pain.
Then came the waves and washed the pain away.
The TV, magazine and DVD,
You ego wannabe, want to be on TV.
Secondly, and remember this perfectly,
That even though you disagree
I feel free to tell everyone about you and me
And the stupidity, that lays deep within.

As I walk through memories
And at the end of these
I've burned a lot of pain to see you within
Deep powdered my skin and it's (burning)

And I wanna break through to you
Try to speak to you (and I)
And I seem to get to what's right

Bringing to light what the media will not
The business fucked up and you suddenly forgot
Always in the background sketching out the plot
You are devoted to destroy more often than not
Bringing all your friends in just to make a mess
Moving all your pawns in like a game of chess
You're holding your breath and let me guess
This is where you want me to get real stressed

Take a look at today's headlines
Usual signs but in different designs
I don't believe in these stories with my heart
Director of important needs
Of course the killing proceed
Profit is the thing that I'm sick of
Morbid tourists spend their money with love

This ripped apart large sections of my social life
Disabled from a bitter conflict with a surgical knife
If there was a possibility I would give away my wings
Give my wings to you so you could fly away from the bombings

Dead bodies on the ground & a whispering sound
Another victim down, it's the daily round
Another explosion, panic & motion

Words and phrases are lining up in my head.
I'm catching my breath before I lay another verse on the table.
I can't sleep in this bed, until I get the words out of head.
And I try to embrace them all before I let myself get carried away.
And I must say, a privilege like this doesn't come every other day,
I have to thank all of you for the stay.

Mistakes and heartaches, deceiving fakes,

Do you know how I feel,
I see the concrete walls closing in on my memory.
I have a way of digging things up from the past,
This is another one that goes out to our friends who breathed their last.

The past comes flooding back.
The past comes flooding back to me,
Turning around all the debris.