Στοίχοι: Strike Twelve. Killing California. Get Out Alive.

They look inside our minds, they don't know anything,

they point their fingers but we see no convictions,

we walk through dusty roads so thick that we can't see,

when will we get some rest? we're always on our feet,

the days are so cold and the nights are so long,

the clouds are calming but the stars are always gone


no one, no one, no one gets out alive cause we're never gonna get it right. (times 2)


when are we gonna learn to get it on our own?

we cant keep waiting for someone to do it for us,

ideas are out there but no one will act on them,

so, we line ourselves up in single file lines,

marching straight into the depths of our own hell,

we don't ask questions we keep walking against our will