are you afraid of the dark?
prepare for the change of the guards
Demonios Sekt ready to take what is ours
pain and torture is what made me a Shark
was cut.. but only thing that remains is a scar
got a nuclear warhead in place of a heart
I'm the reason you like putting a blade to your arms
thinking of giving up your faith in the art
but try and realize everyday is a start
dedicated to this, I won't just sit tight
and quit like my dad when he chose to quit life
anger is what makes me want to choke your windpipe
but fear is what gradually corrodes my insides
mad with hunger pains, trapped and underpaid
sanity is slipping.. will I last another day?
what do you think would make you stab your brother's face?
take a sunny day, turn it back the color gray?