| Song | Fire of the Stampede |
| Artist | Turboweekend |
| Album | Fault Lines |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| This heart is no heart | |
| This mind is no mind | |
| These hands are tied | |
| These eyes are blind | |
| With no desire | |
| And no special needs | |
| There's only the fire | |
| Only the fire | |
| Of the stampede | |
| We can’t fail | |
| We can’t fall | |
| We can’t feel | |
| Anything at all | |
| I hear it in the streets | |
| Never thought I'd see it in myself | |
| I've worked to stay clean | |
| Scrubbed to wash off the filth | |
| But the rampage boils | |
| In my blood, in my breed | |
| I live and breathe | |
| Only | |
| For the fire of the stampede | |
| We can’t fail | |
| We can’t fall | |
| We can’t feel | |
| Anything at all | |
| It doesn't know the difference | |
| Between flowers and weed | |
| Everything burns equal | |
| In the fire | |
| Of the stampede | |
| The sun eats the moon and the moon eats the sun | |
| You've got the bullet and I've got the gun | |
| The sun is the moon and the moon is the sun | |
| You've got the bullet and I've got the gun | |
| There's no exit | |
| You're lost in the rave | |
| Greatly outnumbered | |
| A drop in the wave | |
| Get out of the way | |
| You'll only break and bleed | |
| You don't stand a chance | |
| Against the fire | |
| Of the stampede | |
| We can’t fail | |
| We can’t fall | |
| We can’t feel | |
| Anything at all | |
| We can’t fail | |
| We can’t fall | |
| We can’t feel | |
| Anything at all |
| This heart is no heart | |
| This mind is no mind | |
| These hands are tied | |
| These eyes are blind | |
| With no desire | |
| And no special needs | |
| There' s only the fire | |
| Only the fire | |
| Of the stampede | |
| We can' t fail | |
| We can' t fall | |
| We can' t feel | |
| Anything at all | |
| I hear it in the streets | |
| Never thought I' d see it in myself | |
| I' ve worked to stay clean | |
| Scrubbed to wash off the filth | |
| But the rampage boils | |
| In my blood, in my breed | |
| I live and breathe | |
| Only | |
| For the fire of the stampede | |
| We can' t fail | |
| We can' t fall | |
| We can' t feel | |
| Anything at all | |
| It doesn' t know the difference | |
| Between flowers and weed | |
| Everything burns equal | |
| In the fire | |
| Of the stampede | |
| The sun eats the moon and the moon eats the sun | |
| You' ve got the bullet and I' ve got the gun | |
| The sun is the moon and the moon is the sun | |
| You' ve got the bullet and I' ve got the gun | |
| There' s no exit | |
| You' re lost in the rave | |
| Greatly outnumbered | |
| A drop in the wave | |
| Get out of the way | |
| You' ll only break and bleed | |
| You don' t stand a chance | |
| Against the fire | |
| Of the stampede | |
| We can' t fail | |
| We can' t fall | |
| We can' t feel | |
| Anything at all | |
| We can' t fail | |
| We can' t fall | |
| We can' t feel | |
| Anything at all |
| This heart is no heart | |
| This mind is no mind | |
| These hands are tied | |
| These eyes are blind | |
| With no desire | |
| And no special needs | |
| There' s only the fire | |
| Only the fire | |
| Of the stampede | |
| We can' t fail | |
| We can' t fall | |
| We can' t feel | |
| Anything at all | |
| I hear it in the streets | |
| Never thought I' d see it in myself | |
| I' ve worked to stay clean | |
| Scrubbed to wash off the filth | |
| But the rampage boils | |
| In my blood, in my breed | |
| I live and breathe | |
| Only | |
| For the fire of the stampede | |
| We can' t fail | |
| We can' t fall | |
| We can' t feel | |
| Anything at all | |
| It doesn' t know the difference | |
| Between flowers and weed | |
| Everything burns equal | |
| In the fire | |
| Of the stampede | |
| The sun eats the moon and the moon eats the sun | |
| You' ve got the bullet and I' ve got the gun | |
| The sun is the moon and the moon is the sun | |
| You' ve got the bullet and I' ve got the gun | |
| There' s no exit | |
| You' re lost in the rave | |
| Greatly outnumbered | |
| A drop in the wave | |
| Get out of the way | |
| You' ll only break and bleed | |
| You don' t stand a chance | |
| Against the fire | |
| Of the stampede | |
| We can' t fail | |
| We can' t fall | |
| We can' t feel | |
| Anything at all | |
| We can' t fail | |
| We can' t fall | |
| We can' t feel | |
| Anything at all |