Metropolis creates mob and mob creates its face
Megalopolis builds barriers, you die under their stress
The mob creates its atmosphere:
b**hes, d**, guns for sale.
I'm a stranger in the city, in its rotten part
I will destroy the barriers and If I win
I'll get lucky!
The mob watchfully guards the wall
It's very hard to get through!
Volunteers in the army's rows, essence of slums and stench
Dead body of a city - alienation and water, the beginning of a job
k**ers from dirty streets, victims of the city's creation
Fifty bucks for one head, they are not afraid of this task
To approach them is a risk, conscience is taboo
To escape them has no sense, losers in the system abound
Metropolis creates the gang and the gang defines the city
Parasites love this corpse, k**ers in the army's rows!
How many people did you k**?
About two hundred and fifty
How many murders did you see?
About two or three thousand
Tell me man, did you use choppers?
Yeah, we used choppers to torment!!!
And I wait for the darkness to set myself free...