| Song | New York Stoner |
| Artist | Avalanch |
| Album | Malefic Time: Apocalypse |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| New York stoner | |
| Learn to survive, | |
| Listen up if you wanna make it out alive. | |
| Hold on, | |
| Don't you recognize the ground you are standing on? | |
| This is New York City, no room for love, no chance for pity. | |
| You better watch your step, | |
| Or it might be your last. | |
| Watch your step, | |
| Leave your fears and your weakness in the past. | |
| Only the fittest run this town, | |
| If you slip you will go down. | |
| Only sorrow will dust, | |
| Cover what was lost. | |
| Trust no soul, not even mine. | |
| I could be your god. | |
| Where is the place where I belong? | |
| Who’s gonna catch me when I fall? | |
| Take my hand, | |
| How long I must learn? | |
| Take my soul. | |
| To find the strength to carry on. | |
| Take my faith. | |
| How long I must last? | |
| To find my way home. | |
| Shut up and listen, | |
| I was once like you long time ago, | |
| I had faith, I even had love. | |
| Look at my scars, they’ll tell you where I’ve been. | |
| Another one to face (?) | |
| I had time on my hands. |
| New York stoner | |
| Learn to survive, | |
| Listen up if you wanna make it out alive. | |
| Hold on, | |
| Don' t you recognize the ground you are standing on? | |
| This is New York City, no room for love, no chance for pity. | |
| You better watch your step, | |
| Or it might be your last. | |
| Watch your step, | |
| Leave your fears and your weakness in the past. | |
| Only the fittest run this town, | |
| If you slip you will go down. | |
| Only sorrow will dust, | |
| Cover what was lost. | |
| Trust no soul, not even mine. | |
| I could be your god. | |
| Where is the place where I belong? | |
| Who' s gonna catch me when I fall? | |
| Take my hand, | |
| How long I must learn? | |
| Take my soul. | |
| To find the strength to carry on. | |
| Take my faith. | |
| How long I must last? | |
| To find my way home. | |
| Shut up and listen, | |
| I was once like you long time ago, | |
| I had faith, I even had love. | |
| Look at my scars, they' ll tell you where I' ve been. | |
| Another one to face ? | |
| I had time on my hands. |
| New York stoner | |
| Learn to survive, | |
| Listen up if you wanna make it out alive. | |
| Hold on, | |
| Don' t you recognize the ground you are standing on? | |
| This is New York City, no room for love, no chance for pity. | |
| You better watch your step, | |
| Or it might be your last. | |
| Watch your step, | |
| Leave your fears and your weakness in the past. | |
| Only the fittest run this town, | |
| If you slip you will go down. | |
| Only sorrow will dust, | |
| Cover what was lost. | |
| Trust no soul, not even mine. | |
| I could be your god. | |
| Where is the place where I belong? | |
| Who' s gonna catch me when I fall? | |
| Take my hand, | |
| How long I must learn? | |
| Take my soul. | |
| To find the strength to carry on. | |
| Take my faith. | |
| How long I must last? | |
| To find my way home. | |
| Shut up and listen, | |
| I was once like you long time ago, | |
| I had faith, I even had love. | |
| Look at my scars, they' ll tell you where I' ve been. | |
| Another one to face ? | |
| I had time on my hands. |