The Social Problems Are the ones that make us animals Since l was a child I’ve seen crime here l’ve become a man with no shadow and no past Could this history be different? Wouldn't my blind feelings wake up?
I grew up looking at the world through mirrors Killing machines were my toys Corpses exposed on the sidewalk I have nothing good From my childhood
Sometimes I think there is no return The streets violence feeds my revolt I survive, cause I don't know what living means My urge for revenge keeps growing
Disfigured faces appear on my mind The victims’ souls that haunt me I will keep suffering my fate, I have no mercy Human sacrifice is my speciallity Anguish, sorrows Armed violence Cruelty, torment Armed violenceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
