Nada puede interponerse, nada es lo suficiente fuerte.

Born For This.

Oh, no!
I just keep on falling

Where's hope when misery comes crawling?

With your faith you'll tigger a landslide

Kill off this common sense of mind.

It takes acquired minds
To taste, to taste, to taste this wine.
You can't down it with your eyes.
So, we don't need the headlines,
We don't need the headlines.
We just want...

We want the airwaves back.
We want the airwaves back.
We want the airwaves back.
We want the airwaves back.

Everybody sing,
like it's the last song you,
Will ever sing.
Tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure now?
Everybody live,
like it's the last day you,
Will ever see.
Tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure now?

Right now you're the only reason

Time out if everyone's worth pleasing

You'll trigger a landsite

To kill off their finite state of mind.

It takes acquired minds,
to taste, to taste, to taste this wine,
You can't down it with you eyes.
So we don't need the headlines,
We don't need the headlines.
We just want...

We want the airwaves back.
We want the airwaves back.
We want the airwaves back.
We want the airwaves back.

Everybody sing,
like it's the last song you,
Will ever sing.
Tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure now?
Everybody live,
like it's the last day you,
Will ever see.
Tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure now?
Everybody sing,
like it's the last song you,
Will ever sing.
Tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure?

Allright, so you think you're ready?
Ok, then you say this with me.
GO!
We were born for this

Allright, so you think you're ready?
Ok, then you say this with me.
GO!
We were born for this
We were born for this

We were born for...
We were born for...

Everybody sing,
like it's the last song you,
Will ever sing.
Tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure?
Everybody live,
like it's the last day you,
Will ever see.
Tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure now?
Everybody sing,
like it's the last song you,
Will ever sing.
Tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure?
Tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure?

We were born for this
We were born for this... !


Solci;

Filthy mouth, no excuse |

I guess that this is where we’ve come toIf you don’t want to, then you don’t have to believe me

But I will be there when you go down 

Just so you know now 

You’re on your own now, believe me

I'm Coming To You .

Ignorance, Is Your New Best Friend ;