The Survival - Friends Will Be Friends

All the cards laid out.

Relyin' only on the instinct

You may guess that it’s time

To go through the game of survival

To find the way home.

Then I understood I’m free

And I’m slippery as an eel

Gimme your respect man

Or you’re not my type

I’ll be myself, I will live

And I don’t need that follower

Try the taste of blood

It overhelms feelings inside

Just for me

Gimme your fucking respect

Then all parts of me will come together

And I’ll commit the impossible.

But I need someone close

I need a cover.

Shadows of the past

With every my breath

Appearing memory

Is just like mad show

I will rise of dead

And I will amend

Loading my battery

Swim in the blood flow

But I need to overcome fear and do my best to win again

Gimme your respect man

Or you’re not my type

I’ll be myself, I will live

And I don’t need that follower

Try the taste of blood

It overhelms feelings inside

Gimme your respect man

Or you’re not my type

you’re just that someone from the outside

And I don’t need that follower

Try the taste of blood

I’m at a dead end, I’m trapped bro

Help me, give me the strength to stand up

Knees tremble but I’m getting up

I get up to survive.