Is this the time gone before?   Is this the way? Now I'm not sure   Can I stop? Is it too late?   Is this the place where I disintegrate?      What is this that I see here?   You're walking through the streets of fear   What is this? Did I consent?   Armed guard of punishment      What is life and what is death?   You may laugh or gasp for breath   I ride the streets now filled with hate   Carve pathways through the lines of fate      With my energizing ray   Power is the game I play   I can murder, steal or rape   Panic is the rule I make   Panic is the rule I make   Panic is the rule I make