Teksty: Monks of Doom. Turn It on Himself.

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This is no town for the friendly, everyone here has a story
And in this maze of people, I lose my sense of definition
A page ripped from a book, I'm just a page ripped from a book

Turn it on himself, turn it on himself, turn it on himself
He's gonna turn it on himself, turn it on himself, turn it on himself
Turn it on himself, he's gonna turn it on himself

I used to never ever worry, I used to trust my sense of impulse
I used to know between extreme and moderation, a sense of balance
To hold me up, a sense of balance to hold me up

Turn it on himself, turn it on himself, he's gonna turn it on himself
He's gonna turn it on himself, turn it on himself

And I've waged war with myself, where no victory was ever declared
And both could end equally grim and none of the sides were spared

Turn it on himself, turn it on himself, turn it on himself
He's gonna turn it on himself, he's gonna turn it on himself
Turn it on himself, turn it on himself, turn it on himself
He's gonna turn it on himself, ah ah ah