This crooked world
Dark alley ways
Filled with dirty girls
Whores who consume thier souls
No solar solace
This world is cold
So feel the chills
Strive to make it
The struggle is hectic
The struggle is real
Everyone wants thier piece of the pie
And thier willing to kill
Its so obscene sometimes
Sometimes it surreal
We dance with the devil
Against our own will
An embracive tengo of terror
Scream, scream for help
No one will hear
We're deaf to the sound of destruction
Blind to see the blood we spill
There is no revolution
Its kill or be killed.
