Kalashnikov on my shoulder Firing my nerves I want to retrieve this story In front of a person of Adams dance my rhythm with my rhythm Death and Celebration All this song is a sentence I am On this poison without venom Im dying to die In my wound traffic I stick to the night ceiling My sincere bandwidth running Stay stairs The alleyways of bad memories under the ponies I was I brought in the forest As I wanted people to In the jungle, only a law Anyone who lives brutal In the woods only a law Anyone who lives ruthless In the woods only a law I am a cruel My nerves Another story of retribution In front of so many people I am anxious I am anxious to the street I pass by the wall I twist the curvature of Maiduno in my song now Kalashnikov and Singh
