Killmania کے بول

Scratched & bruised and beaten wrecks Exiled to the streets Their own fate is their worst enemy Beg, sell, and steal to eat Offer you the world they own It's just a ploy, a hidden sin You can't erase a worthless past In this arena no one wins Chorus: Will they leave me be? Living like a leach Never gonna leave Insane Society In your face, a wall of smut Ruling in this land The goods they sell are cyanide Waiting to change hands You'll never know where they've been Or what they're going to do The disease of the environment Will push itself on you Repeat chorus Selling of their body is all the world they have They need a fix so bad under the skin Life is really sad But this is the world that they choose A junkie of the streets A victim of addiction, the one that can't be beat