الأغاني:
Ignite Past Our Means

our needs Back in the days... we suffer from our greed You and I... violently go extinct Back in the days... past our means

: Acquantances They don't stick around I can only count my ture friends on one hand I'm tired I'm tired of holding on I'm tired I'm tired of holding

: I don't judge you On what you say But I judge you On what you've done Completely two-faced Turned on me again I feel so sorry for you Because I know

our needs Back in the days... we suffer from our greed You and I... violently go extinct Back in the days... past our means

be accomplished by Dividing and hanging tides In the days of the violent breed This hatred, it killed our scene Today we have another change We must learn from our past

Acquantances They don't stick around I can only count my ture friends on one hand I'm tired I'm tired of holding on I'm tired I'm tired of holding on

But he had so much to teach me When I showed him some friendship When I stopped to talk He said it really hurts When people look right past you Like

black on wax I walk the street with a battle axe [ ROUND 1: Bronx Style Bob ] Life ain't nothin but a piece of existence Cause when you die, you'se a past

felt Fire rushing through our veins Now's the time To rise up from our hell Now's the time to free our brains The meaning of life is to Give life meaning