join The Global Satanists Give death row sentences to black revolutionists Slimkid 3: Now they were playin God just to feel the power Not to justify
be stars Back then they were quite convinced Firing and (?) The front row girls were posturing We were all imagining And man, we had some massive nights Some bashes and some bloody fights
if I do that niggas gon' get bored Bossy ain't a big enough word for me I'm C-E-O No big beard but I ride like Tha Row No punks here but let's make this
Front Row Support True Metal Enjoy Our Slaughtershow Come Feel The Spirit Pray And Sacrifice Live For Metal Die For Metal Metal Never Dies All Together We Must Stand To Fight
I FEEL IT AS I FEEL MY BREATH DEEP INSIDE I'M A RIDE HIGHER A TRIED TRIER A NEVER GIVE UP VICTORY FIGHT IGNITER row after row after row row after row after row
sight Racing with the devil in the middle of the row if you're gonna lose the devil's gonna take you down there below The darkness has the power, and
Maniacs of speed and power - gather anxiously Come together - sons of metal - warriors of steel Celebrate our hymns of iron - shout out from the heart
't give no answer When di poor people cry We get ignorant We bingy drum dem go rise Gimme some space So I can burn those guys Well most politicians Fighting
wanted screaming and he failed Reality sentenced him Rage and pain in his heart A crime he did not commit Five years in the death row Nearly at the
deadly black of night The end has come And taken it away A fight without a victor Sanity has gone astray Absolute destruction killing you and me Power
his love for you Under the guise of saving themselves from religious persecution Is one way of recruiting followers into this bigoted institution Convincing Christian soldiers that they are fighting the good fight
Shinin like you're a diamond or would it be tight To roll wit a cat who holds a cat and let the weed light Quick to brawl and get involved in a street fight
punks and skins together here tonight not a wardance not a fight face the music the engine, the deal open up for the power you feel [Chorus:] ooho-underground
of an hero without a thing to prove The ring of a bell, an exorcist in the front row To fight or to kill ain't got no power no more Chains holding on
WHY I FEEL IT AS I FEEL MY BREATH DEEP INSIDE I'M A RIDE HIGHER A TRIED TRIER A NEVER GIVE UP VICTORY FIGHT IGNITER Row after row after row Row after row after row
WHY I FEEL IT AS I FEEL MY BREATH DEEP INSIDE I'M A RIDE HIGHER A TRIED TRIER A NEVER GIVE UP VICTORY FIGHT IGNITER row after row after row row after row after row
be forgiven Ain't no turning back the hands of time, when past spirits have risen [scratching] Black, black, black verbal, power, verbal, power [Miz Marvel] Power