Inspiration For Crime کے بول

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 Anguish, sorrows Armed violence Cruelty, torment Armed violence 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 violence