Across the Limit Songtext
von Dead Stoolpigeon

I′d rather die at the hands of my enemy
Than give truth a twist, could just as well slit my wrist
Won't write another page of controlled rage
Set it free


Black on white, militant word fight
Hours, days turn into weeks
Agenda of the meek
Your ′fight' drains the word
The fire must be stirred
The fire

Everybody's ready
Who makes the first move
Get it moving
When will be ready
Are we gonna get ready?
Let′s just go!