Testo Right Foot

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... You are at The summit of the honored Decorate yourselves Decorate yourselves Decorate yourselves... Crazy man, stand to attach... No friends listening Crazy man, stand to attach... No friends listening All I ever Wanted was to... All I ever Wanted was to... All I ever Wanted was to see your face And contemplate All I ever Wanted was to see your face 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