your day let the glory sharpened knife carve the future of your life let's not praise the past, just a fact Built to last old school or the new doesn
your day Let the glory sharpened knife Carve the future of your life Let's not praise the past, just a fact Built to last Old school or the new Doesn
Tradução: Rise Against. Construido para durar.
Built to last old school or the new doesn't mean shit if your heart ain't true greedy ones faded fast, we're here Built to last For the fun, not a fad
from a distance as I rise. We are beaten but we are the ones you can lean on, When they let you down, again and again. With faith we built this fortress
learn that our lies kill? Everything we know will die and turn to dust. Step out of the cold. Say your last prayer. You've built your walls now watch them burn. Rise
till I lose my breath Lookin' to sin since life began Coming all the way out the water to get oxygen Please father, help me breathe again, at ease again
blood And through it all, we kept on shining We fought the doubt and faced the pain We built it up from dust and ashes To cheat the odds and rise again
and for which I have paid strides over my strongly built barricades the self I really am that was once disguised evolves to the fullest starts it's steady rise
lost forever more Fenix. Rising Fenix...is rising high! born again in the name of War born to fight and built to last from the ashes of our perfect love
[Chorus: Swel] You can't kill the wise We gon be here in your children's eyes And your children's children's children's eyes We was built to rise and
no cracks You ain't built for it, then move, float on, before you get your vote on Telling on niggas ain't cool I wish niggas like you death, last breath
's a bond Between our future and our past Try to hold on to what we have We build them strong, we built to last 'Cause this is a mighty town Build upon
In the bed, Amongst the dead: Santa Rita, ora pro nobis I looked at you And touched the earth Hid under concrete and cruelty Credo quia impossibile est That the dead rise, rise, rise
fire like it's Palm Sunday I fashion the first jewel from the elements, the earth fumes And built it to a complex, network of communications You're up against
closer to the valley of the shadow of death. * Those of us who stand out against the status quo Do so against all odds. We cling so closely together
