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...