Из альбома: Raised on Whipped Cream
We're doing all we can with hands behind our backs, still freedom is all that I demand
Well, paint me in the corner and watch me grow claws
Where survival's at stake, watch morals come undone
Well jump, jump through your hoops, Jump In The Fire again,
Well I've been through so much, still feel I'm nowhere
Escalation, hostility is foaming over as we reach the boiling point,
Peak breached, when a coup d'