Crisis Songtext
von 2 Foot Yard

I wanna have a little bit of crisis
I wanna test the metal of my gun
I wanna have my back against the wall
Just to see if I would run
What would it take to break my system?
What would it take to lose my cool?
How long will I keep walking
With my eyes staring straight ahead?

This disaster will divide us all

I′m itching in my skin
I shake myself awake
I've been tested


I′ve been worked through
I've been tested
My back up against the wall
You pushed me there
You pushed me there
Had to ask every question
You brought me here
Don't need our space and time
Take all its life
Count on crisis

I wanna have a little bit of crisis
I wanna test the metal of my gun
I wanna have my back up at the wall
For the best seat in this house

To watch it fall

This disaster will divide us all