The crowd is looking for me
They want hit me down
Same old pictures on the same old shelf
Dirty souls on the ground
The mud is smelling dead roses
This time
Fear
No lies
I broke my fists again
But I will never give up
After throw me against the wall
My anger does not stop to grow and fall into this hell
All right
Fear
No fight
Heavy rain fell on me
My world doesn't have
Any window, any glass
Just have some broken paths
I wish....
All my pray for you!
We stop looking for monsters
Under our bed
When we know that they are within us
My anger does not stop to grow and fall into the hell
