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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