Right Foot Lyrics - The Apex Theory

Never did I find a nest for my soul 

We have made all the bans we imposed 

We have thrown on ourselves 

In memory's manner 

The weakened will raise their heads 

To mellow their somber faces 

This day you will be in your camp 

In the streets of your people 

[Incomprehensible] 

You are at the summit of the honored 

Decorate yourselves, decorate yourselves 

Decorate yourselves 

Crazy man, stand to attach 

No friends listening 

Crazy man, stand to attach 

No friends listening 

All I ever wanted was to, all I ever wanted was to 

All I ever wanted was to see your face and contemplate 

All I ever wanted was to see your face and contemplate 

Never did I find a nest for my soul 

We have made all the bans we imposed 

We have thrown on ourselves 

In memory's manner