Feel the sweat in the hand See the back of a man Go ahead to the front, to the bowl of blood And then the lights are going down And they're starting the sound Come on we'll fire it up to the ecstasy About 40 degrees, stifled, cough and breathe Getting kicked to the front, to the left and back And when you're hitting the ground You've got no second to count Until they're pulling you up to go on and on I have not forgotten That to self-destruct is the power that gives me this type of Strength On the ground of the pain We've got no damned and no saint We're all just the same dark silhouettes Who're all singing the verse instead of call out a curse And we're coupling high to our maximum 55 degrees... Bell rings in my head - welcome to the pit I have not forgotten How to self-destruct for rockin' I have not forgotten That to self-destruct is the power that gives me this type of Strength Aiming not to collapse Blocking up all the checks Celebrate in the wave that we build at once It is a thing to believe in: voluntary receiving Come on we're rolling it on, watch the circle go 66 degrees... Sweat is running down my face It burns in my eyes again Because I have not forgotten... Blast it up!!!