In bitterness i live
Without prospects or expectations
Don' t need no fucking future
Alone i live
From day to day
From fight till fight
I only
Await the next
Hooligan fight
Rotten from inside
I believe in nothing at all
No promise- no fucking guilt
No matter what pain you take
Don' t care about honour or pride
Only hooligan fight
Left to dissolve
To exist in no ones memory
I don't even care
No dreams to share
I kick to death
I beat to death
The finishing stroke
Is what i deal