I grew up in the city of pain
And all the voices are complaining
About thing I left to do
They keep saying "shame on you"
This horror show about the death
That was created on your mind
It's like you were on these days
For the things I left behind
And all the voices in my head
Smell like your blood
And all the fear that I once had
Became into dust
Running at the boulevard
Without money or hope
With tears all over my face
This world has no mercy
What a wicked world to live
God sent his help
The anger was my name
And I was covered at my shell
Until that time was a funny day
With friends by my side
But one call changed my way
At boulevard of landmines
And the return of all my fear
Is the meaning of a classic curse
All my tears taste bitter
I've got no remorse
And all my fingers disappear
In the empty of your mind
I'm the curse that I had cleared
Your mouth became blind
Running at the boulevard
Without money or hope
With tears all over my face
This world has no mercy
What a wicked world to live
God sent his help
The anger was my name
And I was covered at my shell
And all my trust ends here
In the words of your mouth
I wrote that for you to see
How I feel right now
Running at the boulevard
Without money or hope
With tears all over my face
This world has no mercy
What a wicked world to live
God sent his help
The anger was my name
And I was covered at my shell
