Текст песни Monks of Doom - Turn It on Himself
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(whispering ? ? )This is no townFor the friendlyEveryone hereHas a storyAnd in this maze of people I lose my sense of definitionA page ripped from a book, Im just a page ripped from a bookTurn it on himselfTurn it on himselfTurn it on himself (hes gonna)Turn it on himselfTurn it on himselfTurn it on himselfTurn it on himself (hes gonna)Turn it on himselfI used to never ever worryI used to trust my sense of impulseI used to know between extreme and moderationA sense of balance to hold me upA sense of balance to hold me upTurn it on himselfTurn it on himself (hes gonna)Turn it on himself (hes gonna)Turn it on himselfTurn it on himselfAnd Ive waged war with myselfWhere no victory was ever declaredAnd both could end equally grimAnd none of the sides were sparedTurn it on himselfTurn it on himselfTurn it on himself (hes gonna)Turn it on himself (hes gonna)Turn it on himselfTurn it on himselfTurn it on himselfTurn it on himself (hes gonna)Turn it on himselfAhahaha