Text skladby No Way
z alba Dirty Sand
Autor textu: Lukáš Tejnor
It's a twisted game I hate to play
Who's the hunter, then who's the prey
Take the lead when I'm asleep
But I can oppose it, you ain't got no thing I need
Liar! Don't feed with me
In mire of talking spree
I'm sure you left your brain
In tight world where noone in is sane
So I'm the same in self decision way
But I feel different 'bout the notions that I relay
And now you show you think you know
Why the world is turning, why the black meets the white in flow
Liar! Don't feed with me
In mire of talking spree
Power has different kinds
Sour, sweet or just blind
3x
Noone's gonna set you free from your sanity
Noone's gonna set you free
Liar! Don't feed with me
In mire of talking spree
Power has different kinds
Sour, sweet or just blind
