Lyrics The Survival - Friends Will Be Friends

The Survival

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.