FIST
Words by Enrique Maseda
Music by Frank Gallo
Arrangement by Frank Gallo
I never needed a set of instructions.
Get on your knees and make with the suction.
When words are useless, then the fist comes through.
It's not a threat or a promise, sucker. It's just how we do!
I might be cancer, but I'm making f****** sense.
My open door policy, is referred as the past tense.
You can keep the spotlight, I've got something to say I'll sing it.
I'm not listening anymore, so throw up your hands and bring it!
I thought there was more to life than a social gathering hardcore show, but I know there's so much more to that than someone like you could know.
The words you live by don't mean s*** to you!
Well they mean a whole lot to me.
Just watch where you step, you might be walking all over the meaning of unity.
There's the real world outside waiting for me.
My escape now puts more s*** in front of me.
Who ever said that my forum should be molded up into a f****** tool.
This is something sacred, and only a matter of time before I whoop your s*** fool! Make no attempt to understand, just keep repeating all the s*** you heard.
Proceed with every given chance to knock me down with my own words.
Doors keep getting slammed in my face, so much that the hinge gets sore.
Now, doomed to never know the true MEANING OF HARDCORE!
Never asked to be understood, I'll leave that up to chance.
Your bullshit walks away when your bull's to scared to dance!
You've stepped on nothing new, you've been walking were I've been p******.
You might not like what I'm about to say so don't even f****** listen.
The rules are no rules, understand?
As you run your mouth, I persist.
Don't talk about unity ever again.
My ears are closed.
Talk to the fist!
You understand?
I persist.
Can't hide behind unity ever again.
My ears are closed now talk to the fist!
talk to the fist!
talk to the fist!
talk to the fist!
How many times must I make myself clear when truth rolls in and out of your f****** ear?
Patience is an hourglass running out of sand, filling up with a future held tight in an empty hand!
The rules are no rules, understand?
As you run your mouth, I persist.
Don't talk about unity ever again.
My ears are closed.
Talk to the fist!
You understand?
I persist.
Can't hide behind unity ever again.
My ears are closed now talk to the fist!
Words by Enrique Maseda
Music by Frank Gallo
Arrangement by Frank Gallo
I never needed a set of instructions.
Get on your knees and make with the suction.
When words are useless, then the fist comes through.
It's not a threat or a promise, sucker. It's just how we do!
I might be cancer, but I'm making f****** sense.
My open door policy, is referred as the past tense.
You can keep the spotlight, I've got something to say I'll sing it.
I'm not listening anymore, so throw up your hands and bring it!
I thought there was more to life than a social gathering hardcore show, but I know there's so much more to that than someone like you could know.
The words you live by don't mean s*** to you!
Well they mean a whole lot to me.
Just watch where you step, you might be walking all over the meaning of unity.
There's the real world outside waiting for me.
My escape now puts more s*** in front of me.
Who ever said that my forum should be molded up into a f****** tool.
This is something sacred, and only a matter of time before I whoop your s*** fool! Make no attempt to understand, just keep repeating all the s*** you heard.
Proceed with every given chance to knock me down with my own words.
Doors keep getting slammed in my face, so much that the hinge gets sore.
Now, doomed to never know the true MEANING OF HARDCORE!
Never asked to be understood, I'll leave that up to chance.
Your bullshit walks away when your bull's to scared to dance!
You've stepped on nothing new, you've been walking were I've been p******.
You might not like what I'm about to say so don't even f****** listen.
The rules are no rules, understand?
As you run your mouth, I persist.
Don't talk about unity ever again.
My ears are closed.
Talk to the fist!
You understand?
I persist.
Can't hide behind unity ever again.
My ears are closed now talk to the fist!
talk to the fist!
talk to the fist!
talk to the fist!
How many times must I make myself clear when truth rolls in and out of your f****** ear?
Patience is an hourglass running out of sand, filling up with a future held tight in an empty hand!
The rules are no rules, understand?
As you run your mouth, I persist.
Don't talk about unity ever again.
My ears are closed.
Talk to the fist!
You understand?
I persist.
Can't hide behind unity ever again.
My ears are closed now talk to the fist!