Executer - Inspiration for Crime

The Social Problems
Are the ones that make us animals
Since l was a child I’ve seen crime here
l’ve become a man with no shadow and no past
Could this history be different?
Wouldn't my blind feelings wake up?

I grew up looking at the world through mirrors
Killing machines were my toys
Corpses exposed on the sidewalk
I have nothing good
From my childhood

Anguish, sorrows
Armed violence
Cruelty, torment
Armed violence

Sometimes I think there is no return
The streets violence feeds my revolt
I survive, cause I don't know what living means
My urge for revenge keeps growing

Disfigured faces appear on my mind
The victims’ souls that haunt me
I will keep suffering my fate, I have no mercy
Human sacrifice is my speciallity
Anguish, sorrows
Armed violence
Cruelty, torment
Armed violence