Tekst:
Bombshell Rocks Street Art Gallery

Sometimes I lose it I lose every bit of faith But just for a minute Till I see the light of a brand new day Someone tried to tell me You know, your

Step into the worldwide madhouse Meet kings and fanatic believers Come and play the game of chance among Noble men and plain deceivers It hits me with

He's the joker in the pack Wrecks the common track And leaves just unrecognition And he moves like a truck Along with lady luck Fear, hate and desperatio

Distorted minds. shut, blind It's out of order There's nothing but silence Not a voice can be heard Closed down, out of line It's a mindstate border

cause you know it damn well It's been 22 years And we still see the same defeats In the same squares And in the same streets The idea was so brilliant

Hostility, I feel it coming It's like a nation wide vigilance I've seen so many people running From a threat without substance Underpayment, self sacrifice