Metropolis creates mob and mob creates its face   Megalopolis builds barriers, you die under their stress   The mob creates its atmosphere:   Bitches, drugs, guns for sale.   I'm a stranger in the city, in its rotten part   I will destroy the barriers and If I win   I'll get lucky!   The mob watchfully guards the wall   It's very hard to get through!   Volunteers in the army's rows, essence of slums and stench   Dead body of a city - alienation and water, the beginning of a job   Killers from dirty streets, victims of the city's creation   Fifty bucks for one head, they are not afraid of this task   To approach them is a risk, conscience is taboo   To escape them has no sense, losers in the system abound   Metropolis creates the gang and the gang defines the city   Parasites love this corpse, killers in the army's rows!   How many people did you kill?   About two hundred and fifty   How many murders did you see?   About two or three thousand   Tell me man, did you use choppers?   Yeah, we used choppers to torment!!!   And I wait for the darkness to set myself free...