Papa Roach — Between Angels And Insects | караоке с текстом и отключением вокала

There's no money. There's no possessions. Only obsession. I don't need that shit. Take my money. Take my obsession. I just want to be heard. Loud and clear are my words. Coming from within, man, tell them what you heard. It's about a revolution. In your heart and in your mind. You can find a conclusion. Lapsed out an obsession. Dollar raise gets you nothing but a lifelong lesson. And your pocketbook's stressing. You're a slave to the system, working jobs that you hate. For that shit you don't need. It's too bad the world is based on greed. Step back and see. Stop to think about yourself. Start thinking about... There's no money. There's no possession. Only obsession. I don't need that shit. Take my money. Take my possessions. Take my obsession. I don't need that... Because everything is nothing, and emptiness is in everything. This reality is really just a fucked up dream with the flesh and the blood that you call your soul. Flip it inside out. It's a big black hole. Take your money burn it up like an asteroid. Possession, that you're never going to fill the void. Take it away and learn the best lesson: the heart, the soul, the life, the passion. There's no money. There's no possession. Only obsession. I don't need that shit. Take my money. Take my possessions. Take my obsession. I don't need that shit. Money. Possession. Obsession. Present yourself. Press your clothes. Comb your hair and clock in. You just can't win, just can't win. And the things you own, own you. No! Take my money. Take my possessions. Take my obsession. I don't need that shit. Fuck your money. Fuck your possession. Fuck your obsession. I don't need that shit. Money. Possession. Obsession. I don't need that shit.