Testo
Into the background
I fight to keep afloat
I go under nonetheless
I look for breath of air
Search but it's not there
In this sea of people
I find I am not an equal
I'm not satisfied
Should my dreams be denied
'Cause they had a good time
You see a man with purpose
Otherwise you'll find me with the rest
Blending into, blending into
In with the background
And I want to keep my self
But I'm disinterested
I wonder why I complain
When I'm equally to blame
Hardcore is not a background
For you to move your damn feet
It's live and breathing
It's alive for those who let it live it
It's at wind's energy, the passion
Not hate, not violence or fashion
So I ask you and I'll let you wonder
What you'd do when you're drowning under
Follow some trend some people care about
Dress the part, the entertainment's hard out
Let's ask ourselves who's to blame
The one who destroyed
Or the ones that let it
