Lyrics

You say - that it's impossible
 I feel a certainty I feel a calm within
Today, you will reciprocate
Just mind your manners and we'll see who's giving in
There is no more time for this crowd
Just throw your toys on the table, won't you?
We find the silence too loud
It's just a matter of who's beside you
You say, that I'm your Nemesis,
Some retributions just don't come so easily
Well anyway in terms of masochist
I'll leave the rope here and you'll do the rest yourself
 It's just a matter…
There is no more time for this crowd
Just throw your toys on the table, won't you?
We find the silence too loud
 It's just a matter of who's behind you
Written by: Frank Us, John Mitchell
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