Eight Twelve Songtext
von Strict

Welcome to your mental Hell
Born with two choices, dead or in a cell
Forced to the streets, destined to fail
With the odds stacked against us we still prevail


Chip on our shoulder, everything to prove
We′ll never back down, cause we've got nothing to lose
Naysayers get older, the new bloods get colder
Now that we′ve got ice in our veins, your time is over

Your time is up
Our time is now