Metropolis creates mob and mob creates its face Megalopolis builds barriers, you die under their stress The mob creates its atmosphere:
Bitches, drugs, guns for sale. I'm a stranger in the city, in its rotten part I will destroy the barriers and If I win I'll get lucky!
The mob watchfully guards the wall It's very hard to get through! Volunteers in the army's rows, essence of slums and stench Dead body of a city - alienation and water, the beginning of a job
Killers from dirty streets, victims of the city's creation Fifty bucks for one head, they are not afraid of this task To approach them is a risk, conscience is taboo To escape them has no sense, losers in the system abound
Metropolis creates the gang and the gang defines the city Parasites love this corpse, killers in the army's rows! Chorus: How many people did you kill?
About two hundred and fifty How many murders did you see? About two or three thousand Tell me man, did you use choppers?
Yeah, we used choppers to torment!!! Spoken: And I wait for the darkness to set myself free...