Right Foot Songtext

von The Apex Theory

Never did I find
A nest for my soul
We have made
All the bans we imposed
We have thrown
On ourselves
In memory's manner

The weakened will
Raise their heads
To mellow their
Somber faces
This day you will
Be in your camp
In the streets of
Your people
(too late)

You are at
The summit of
The honored

Decorate yourselves
Decorate yourselves
Decorate yourselves
Decorate yourselves

Crazy man stands to task
No friends his story
No friends his story

All I ever
Wanted was too
Wanted was too
All I ever
Wanted was too
See your face
And contemplate
And contemplate

Never did I find
A nest for my soul
We have made
All the bans we imposed
We have thrown
On ourselves
In memory's manner