Apocalyptic scenario Out on every street People storm the barricades To make the makers bleed Payback is a bitch and everybody tries to ride No more shelter, no more cover No place left to hide
What doesn't kill me makes me stronger! And now my time has come And I'm in charge to make you fall We do not take it any longer! And sticks and stones do break your bones We make ya losin' all
Communication breakdown, nothing more to say Malfunction in disorder when no law gets in the way Alternate the future for (our) own benefit and needs Counterstrike your politics We bite the hand that feeds
What doesn't kill me
The decline of the civil rights No issues to regain Policiy of ecstasy to amplify the pain Freedom means illusions for the masses to believe Pretends to leave a choice for everybody to achieve
