I'm at a dead end
I have no other choice
The end has no candy
Can't hear your voice
It's something dirty
But what can I do? To survive
I was born in the hell of a place
That doesn't give me a chance to alive
The behelit is whispering
In my ear, asking me to use it
And show the world that they live a lie
With the taste of a bitter kiss
Manipulated by the lords of the world
In their black mass, resist
Your world is not a bed of roses
And yes, a river of blood
Just dress up with the truth
To live in this fucking world
Your world is not a bed of roses
And yes, a river of blood
Just dress up with the truth
To live in this fucking world
