Vers 1:. . You walk the streets. Never feel no guilt. You make your money selling guns on the playground. . I'm so ashamed. Cause we're all the same. Killing in the name money is the game now.
All my tragedies. Death,. Is only a face that won't confess. Peacefully you rest. In my bed infest my head. Undress this plague of wicked faces. Wicked faces.