Lyrics:

Black sin, sun trip
Son of the dark
Dope sick, trick
Big chain
Finish it your way
Not a willing way
Reason to be the best
Just a soul
With no class
And get back
False get arrested
You must dream of peace
Everyone shut up
Cursing us
Just went back now, don't go away
Don't want your familiar ways
Flowers
Problems
Go now
With us
Go again with us
Goodnight to this world
You bitch
Go back

Progress
Pleasure
Treasure
Business
I spread a shot, blood