House Of Three

En can we get som fresh air please
We're feeling so much pression we can't breath
Have the impression being stuck surounded
Fucked up and grounded
We cannot feely move our feet

We are no machines
Don't wanna be another bitch of society
By online doing what we're told
Paying for games so bloody cold
Not those who have our sympathy

When we're high they get us down
But we won'tlet them steel our faith
They took enough over and done
And if we have to figth we will

Won't let them have the rest of us
Empty yet is how we feel
That's where they want us obviously
Keep us frustrated and ill...

The House Of Three

Evi.. Maks.. A.r.n.o

Let's go