I CAN`T TALK
I CAN`T EXPRESS MYSELF
I HARDLY KNOW WHERE I`VE COME FROM
I CANNOT STAND THE SMILE
ON MY FUCKING FACE
THOSE YEARS OF DEPRESSION
WANT ME BACK WANT ME NOW
YOU CANNOT FACE THIS MADNESS
IN FRONT OF YOU

SHUT UP
SHUT UP YOU`RE FAR TOO LOUD
GET OFF GET OFF MY CLOUD
DO YOU WANT TO KILL
OR MAYBE JUST MAIM
EVERY SINGLE HIT
HAS TO HAVE AN AIM
THE TARGET I WANT DEAD
COULD BE IN MY HEAD

SACRED
IS MY HATRED
DON´T STARE AT ME
WHEN I`M GONE, GONE
WAISTED
WILL BE THOSE DAYS LEFT
UNDERNEATH YOUR SPELL