Roaming the streets of the city, all day long
Seeking for aid, from faces unknown
You sell your cheap stuff
From the bag you carry on your back
Though your shoulders are heavy
You know you got to keep on moving till it's way toο dark, way toο dark
Oh! What a luck, you found a buyer
But as soon as he pays he knows you're a liar
Bruises and scratches on your hands
Reveal you got a deadly desire
There's your money, for your sister's milk
I hope that's your purpose... but is it what you seek?
Is it what you seek?
You place you money in your dealer's hands
Or could this time be your life
You want to run, but your legs are weak
You want have her one last time
Hero or scum of the earth
This time is in your hands
You wanna feel the fire
But this is were it ends
