Shout!
A lost illusion in your closed mind
You tell some tales we want to hear
Priceless years to become in that
Thornes are stuck, rage rise up
And we won't leave it up to you (in your hands)
We'll still fighting for what we want
You decide only if you delight
You weren't detached and you should be
You couldn't decide well
Guess what's that smell
'Cause you were under their spell
Please go to hell!
We found our identity
But is not gonna be the way you wanted it
'Cause green is the colour of your greed
That feeds your decisions
Fuck! You shut me up
I'm gonna scream the things you didn't let me
There is no place for you between they and us
I will make you burn to the bones
I will make you burn to the bones
I will make you burn to the...
And we won't leave it up to you
We'll still fighting for what we want
There's something good on the stage
Will you stay when we'll be on the edge?