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Text: Last Hope. My Own Way. What We Feel.


Gettin out the pressure, everything explodes
Melting into the crowd, pile down below
Chaos on the dancefloor, fire burns inside
Possitive agression, hardcore's on the rise

What we do, what we feel inside
Can't be controlled, can't be described
It's in our hearts and it's in our souls
Hardcore lives - lives through us!

Gettin out the pressure, everything explodes
Melting into the crowd, pile down below
Chaos on the dancefloor, fire burns inside
Possitive agression, hardcore's on the rise

What we do, what we feel inside
Can't be controlled, can't be described
It's in our hearts and it's in our souls
Hardcore lives - lives through us!

Pushin' up the limits, breaking all the norms
Knocking out the borders, crushing all the walls

What we do, what we feel inside
Can't be controlled, can't be described
It's in our hearts and it's in our souls
Hardcore lives - lives through us!