We play not for glory, We don't feel sorry, For playing hard and loud, We love the drive.
We like drums to thunder, Guitars to solo, We like the keys to flow, The crowd to sing.
Yea-a-a-ay Ye-a-ey Hey, listen to the music we play, If you stay, you'll fell OK. Yea-a-a-ay Ye-a-ey Hey, shall you raise your hands up and sway? All the way.
Don't say we're aggressive, We're just expressive. Don't say we're rough because, We're not like you.
Don't you have perception, There's no deception, In what we try to say, And what we do.
Yea-a-a-ay Ye-a-ey Hey, listen to the music we play, If you stay, you'll fell OK. Yea-a-a-ay Ye-a-ey Hey, shall you raise your hands up and sway? All the way.
Текст: Алексей Кузнецов, январь 2010 Музыка: Сергей Вяхирев, Алексей Кузнецов Аранжировка: Chested Mind