Ghetto fight yah don't wanna start a riot yet No not alone or in these clothes But they just won't listen to me Maybe I'm too young or down right naive
Pop culture, pop there went my brain One more shot like that could blow the whole mainframe Too much worthless information inside my head They gotcha
Once a part of the ruling elite Now just second class All those things they promised me Now have come to pass I feel like I missed a train or watched
Cops chase criminals though the subways The less fortunate lie on the tracks It's no wonder they'll amount to nothing They've been told they're just
Homeboys got some drugs pumpin' though his veins You know, he just ain't thinkin' the same Gonna feel like Superman today, faster than a bullet more
Carry on with the countdown Carry on with a gun in hand Carry on with the countdown Carry on in the sinkin' sand Carry on with the countdown Carry on
Rebel youth we're knockin' down the aristocrats Watch 'em fall watch 'em fall They hit the ground with the domino effect Day after day week after week
[l: Estby, m: Cabeza/Sennebaeck/Estby] Inherit the nigtmares-can't put Them to sleep Rainstorm of chaos awaiting Release Speaking the truth- Considered
[l: Sennebaeck/Kaerki, m: Sennebaeck/Kaerki] Colder than flesh Stronger than thought I dance with the demon And your dream ends dark Hunting at night
[l: Estby, m: Cabeza/Estby] A life under bod Blind - still walking Mental murder Deaf - still talking Crime divine Mindread, explored All reason dead
[l: Kaerki, m: Estby/Kaerki] No limit, no number too high To commit the sickest of crimes Homicidal enjoyment, Afrenzied lust to kill Something they
[l: Cabeza, m: Cabeza] On my throne of sin I watch the demons feed Nails cut deep into my flesh And release my pulsing blood Serpernts dance before
[l: Blomovist;m: Blomovist/Sennebaeck] I feel the tunes of sorrow Filling my heart With tears in my eyes I watch my whole life fall Apart Endless days
[l: Kaerki, m: Cabeza/Estby/Kaerki] Unseen and deadly Phantom of the skies Tool of massdestuction Child of an insane mind Millions are dead Millions
[m: Blomovist]
[l: Kaerki, m: Cabeza/Blomovist] I rise from my trench Blood rushing in my head Out into no-man's land Out to join the dead Sick of living, unwilling
[l: Cabeza/Kaerki, m: Cabeza/Estby] In this mud of lies I crawl Emptiness is burning me Blind hatred Drives me to extremes Thorns of lies Pierce my
[l: Estby, m: Estby] Lieproducing, crime-saluting Humiliating, segregating Life-eating, gun-feeding Hypocrisy, society Warscene overcrowded Loss of