9 acessos
As far as, My eyes can see.
It´s a long way, it´s a refugee.
He´s hiding around the corner, now he is walking around the street.
I feel the razor sliding around my neck.
I pray to god, don´t put me in the plastic bag.
There is fighting, killing in dark alley´s, bullets flying around your ears.
They try to kill.
They want your soul.
Chicago cave.
In these days of madness.
I am in a stade of shame.
The gutters filled with blood, and I am to blame.
Chicago cave, it is too hot.