Just pick one and make it all come through
infiltrated and fucked up for years
and now it just suddenly turn to you
in a second, in no time
rise up, get up, stay up, fed up
with the brand new sensation
I'll bring back what's mine
No, sense for sanity
No, sense for clarity
No, sense for dignity
just ask once and it's coming straight to you
-overrated and blinded by fear
insperation turns to dust as you've had your share
rise up, get up, stay up, fed up
with all the illumination
I'll take back what's mine
No, sense for sanity
No, sense for clarity
No, sense for dignity

And I say (now gimme your best shot)
wait a lifetime to pull it off
and I say (is that all that you've got?)
wake up in no time in blow it off...

No use for frustration, if you can't get through
and you think your pride will do
to get to your spot
rise up, get up, stay up, fed up
with the brand new sensation
No, sense for sanity
No, sense for clarity
No, sense for dignity
No, sense for empathy
No, sense for sanity
Will stop you now...

(repeat chorus)
Now gimme your best shot (repeat)
(repeat first verse)

Writer : WICHERS, PETER LEO RICKARD / STRID, BJOERN OVE INGEMAR
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.