Lyrics to Five Out Of Five Kids Who Kill Love Slayer
Heated words exchanged outside
Fight their way out as beasts collide
It's broken bones in the parking lot
From acts of fear and not from thought
This frame that used to be a refuge
Bears asylum for abuse
Knuckles, a forced replacement for
Hard-working minds and vocal chords
And as the temperatures rise
The crowd becomes a great divide
And when I look inside I find
Nothing you could do could bring me down to you
I will fight the good fight, and I'll fight it my own way
Broken bone parking lots, cut-outs, cheap shots
I will fight the good fight, and I'll fight it my own way
I refuse to join a side
Won't be a part of this decline
Knuckles are not replacement for
Hard-working minds and vocal chords
And as the temperatures rise
The crowd becomes a great divide
And when I look inside I find
I don't need bloodstains on my hands to make me feel like I'm a man
Fuck brute force, hostility, head high I choose to keep my peace
I don't need bloodstains on my hands
Nothing that you could do could bring me down to you
I will fight the good fight, and I'll fight it my own way
Broken bone parking lots, cut-outs, cheap shots
I will fight the good fight, and I'll fight it my own way
And I'll fight it my own way
Fight their way out as beasts collide
It's broken bones in the parking lot
From acts of fear and not from thought
This frame that used to be a refuge
Bears asylum for abuse
Knuckles, a forced replacement for
Hard-working minds and vocal chords
And as the temperatures rise
The crowd becomes a great divide
And when I look inside I find
Nothing you could do could bring me down to you
I will fight the good fight, and I'll fight it my own way
Broken bone parking lots, cut-outs, cheap shots
I will fight the good fight, and I'll fight it my own way
I refuse to join a side
Won't be a part of this decline
Knuckles are not replacement for
Hard-working minds and vocal chords
And as the temperatures rise
The crowd becomes a great divide
And when I look inside I find
I don't need bloodstains on my hands to make me feel like I'm a man
Fuck brute force, hostility, head high I choose to keep my peace
I don't need bloodstains on my hands
Nothing that you could do could bring me down to you
I will fight the good fight, and I'll fight it my own way
Broken bone parking lots, cut-outs, cheap shots
I will fight the good fight, and I'll fight it my own way
And I'll fight it my own way
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