S.h.o.t.

I make things which god doubts,
I don't believe everything i've done
I build castles and destroy 'em
Creatin' dirty images from myself
I'm owner of my silence
But a slave of my words
Taken by my own chains
My truth was told
Get ready them to my crazy
Watching scenes of your cry
Just no...no...no...
I can't fell anything
Coz i'm numb
Fight...get your pride
And no one can close your eyes
Becoming a victim
So fight...don't leave it behind
Crawling in despair
In my bad reputation
My fists are closed and full of sins
My words are rotting away all your fears
At least this is just a routine pain
That is becoming a holocaust riot