In my nation the streets are more dangerous than jails.
Made of hate
Infernal crazy
Fucking your face
You are a slave
Panic in the streets
This is the reallity
Fucking your nation
And your black side
Remorse against blame
Remorse against... (x4)
Blame (x4)
You are dying and i don't pray
Mysteries of my mind
Memories are hardest pain
Lying to my heart
Made of hate
Infernal crazy
Felling the pain
Walking on the blade
Reporter - that's no way!
Yeah! these voices
Don't have strong to change this world
And then will come - the promise plague
Opening sores - caress by god!
And then will come - the promise plague
Opening sores - i kill my god!
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