Founds total 2 songs
Raise Your Fist
Friday night, dressed to kill, hell bent for the show. Shiny leather like a second skin, ready for their first row. You want to go to meet your pals, but your dad won't let you go.
Merciless Game
The fruits of the earth are dried up in the sun. The children can't cry anymore. Desperate parents with lean empty hands. Their bodies are too weak, too sore.
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