I look to the sun and remember the past
A near past, when I used to live
I don't call what I do as "to live"
Not like that,I prefer to die!
I killed a Man and stole his supply.
One shot and he slipped to the floor
I could see when his eyes lost their shine
And that shine will never come back.
The memories of the past
Only bring me pain
I'm not dead or alive
Look what I've become.
Murderer / Dirty
With no home
MARAUDER.
Butcher / Hungry
Animal
MARAUDER.
Consequence of a stupid war
And this war is not my choice
Men that think they rule the world.
And that beasts that fight for the sunrise.
The memories of the past
only bring me pain
I'm not dead or alive
Look what I've become.