You Don't Have The Guts

I'm bleeding they shot me down
No screaming, they are here right now
There shooting in every one that talks
(Fuck)
They got me again

Were fighting against then all
They wives are, buyined on the mall
The crowd is, searching for the end
Of the mess we maid with the things we paid

We'll break the wall
We'll break the glass
You can't stop us now
We'll make a mess

We're in command, we wear no suits
You don't have the guts to walking in our shoes

I'm calm right now
Trynna get not stress
It doens't mean, I'm gonna make some rest
Let's talk about whats in the press
They don't give a shit, for all the thruth thats in our head

Let's keep it down
I'm kind of lost
Is about the same thing
We complain a lot
Nothing changes, and I get more pissed off
(Fuck)
They got me again

We'll break the wall
We'll break the glass
You can't stop us now
We'll make a mess

We're in command, we wear no suits
You don't have the guts to walking in our shoes