LYRIC

Wake up, with a stranger
Another taste of murder
Never follow your dreams
Not as clean as she seemed
The art of brutality
Alone in our poverty
Black coffee, fuels the strong
Lasting all night long

And you feel, the fire touch of blood
In this wild animal type hell
T-t-teenage crimewave now
Mark the sins of all the young
Well the end won’t be enough
Yeah, the end just ain’t enough
For you
For me

In the eye of, all the madness
Total street rage, in the apocalypse
Maniac loose on the run
I’m a wild man, loaded gun
Just imagine, all annihilate
Touch of death in, all the alleyways
Never slow down or be scared
Covered mouths, suffocate

And you feel, the fire touch of blood
In this wild animal type hell
T-t-teenage crimewave now
Mark the sins of all the young
Well the end won’t be enough
Yeah, the end just ain’t enough
For you
For me

T-t-teenage crimewave now
Mark the sins of all the young
Well the end won’t be enough
Yeah, the end just ain’t enough
For you
For me

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