Turn It on Himself — текст песни (Monks of Doom)

(whispering ? ? )



This is no town

For the friendly

Everyone here

Has a story



And in this maze of people I lose my sense of definition

A page ripped from a book, Im just a page ripped from a book



Turn it on himself

Turn it on himself

Turn it on himself (hes gonna)

Turn it on himself



Turn it on himself

Turn it on himself

Turn it on himself (hes gonna)

Turn it on himself



I used to never ever worry

I used to trust my sense of impulse

I used to know between extreme and moderation

A sense of balance to hold me up

A sense of balance to hold me up



Turn it on himself

Turn it on himself (hes gonna)

Turn it on himself (hes gonna)

Turn it on himself

Turn it on himself



And Ive waged war with myself

Where no victory was ever declared

And both could end equally grim

And none of the sides were spared



Turn it on himself

Turn it on himself

Turn it on himself (hes gonna)

Turn it on himself (hes gonna)

Turn it on himself

Turn it on himself

Turn it on himself

Turn it on himself (hes gonna)

Turn it on himself



Ahahaha