gonna change my ways? Isolated, separated Sick of the mess I created The pressure keeps rising When the truth is what I'm finding We march out of the darkness
gunna change my ways? Isolated, separated, sick of the mess I created The pressure keeps rising When the truth is what I'm fighting We march out of the darkness
Tercüme: Papa Roach. Of Darkness Mart Out.
ever gunna change my ways? Isolated, separated, sick of the mess I created The pressure keeps rising When the truth is what I'm fighting We march out of the darkness
insane Am I ever gonna change my way Seperated Sick of the mess I Created The Pressure keeps rising When the truth is what im finding We March out of the darkness