M.O.D.
true colors
M.O.D
Opportunities arise, open your eyes don't decline.
Open the door.
What's right for you may not be what's right for me.
Ultimatums shown us or them I don't know.
Open the door.
Take our hands cause you know we're your friends.
You call me a friend, but stab me in the back again.
From this deed now I learn.
On you, my back I never turn.
What was mine was always yours.
But you're slammin' all the doors.
True colors my are growing bright.
But you're still stuck in a grey life.
Jealousy, can't you see what it's done.
Open the doors.
I thought I knew, what kind of friend are you.
Honesty flows through me - with purity.
Open the doors.
Once again, we were friends, we're through.
Because of you and your
TRUE COLORS.
Let them shine.
- :
- The Rebel You Love To Hate
- Miscellaneous
- U.S.A. For M.O.D.
- Devolution
- Loved by Thousands... Hated by Millions
- Gross Misconduct
- Rhythm of Fear
- Dictated Aggression
- KnuckleTracks #52
- Crossover
- Rebel You Love to Hate
- Off Road Tracks, Volume 68
- The Harder, The Better: Volume Nine
- Virtual Bodiez, Volume 1