IŽam nobody
No one takes me for somthing
IŽam born to die
To die for my own hand
I never shudt have lived
I worsend ment to be
The chaos in my heard makes me want to kill
Kill you
And me
I got no furure
IŽam born to die
Die for your hand
The hate rages in my mind
The hate to this world
This world that all the time tells me that iŽam wrong
Wrong cause iŽam not like the others
I was born to die
Not for your hand
And not for mine
But for the systems