6 acessos
Rage is my food, hate is my guide...!
Be strong!
Be prepared
Cause there's no truce
The life will you beat you
Once more
When you less expect;
You wanna cry, so cry!
But take care, cause this can make you weaker.
Everyday a new experience,
A new frustration...
Somebody betrays you, disappoints you, and dies!
A whore! life sometimes seems to have no scruples, no moral,
Cold and impartial, i don't understand its purposes...
Be strong!
Be prepared
Cause there's no truce. (repete)
In justice of men
Should i trust?
Don't make me laugh!
Rotten are those men,
They're making laws for themselves
For their game of interests!
Justice (repete) is made by the scythe of death,impartial to everyone;
But i am sick and tired,
Of that false moral, that hypocrisy,
Be strong!
Be prepared
Cause there's no truce.
That the men drown in their own poison;
Cause i wanna live, but if death comes, patience,
But if it's not my time, fuck you death!
Because i am ready,
Fed by rage and driven by hate...(repete)
Be strong!
Be prepared
Cause there's no truce.
Because i am ready,
Fed by rage and driven by hate...(repete)