Steppenwolf

[part I]

The gutter of street

ripping through the night

you sit on the stairs

lit a cigarrete with a slimy mind

Years come and go

and you\'re standing there

you keep looking old pictures

to remind you once you were a man

[Part II]

Everything you\'ve known and loved

Is six feet under

You\'ve sold yourself for hedonism

so ahead of your mind

you have become your own void

Feelings torn with a brutal strenght

the headache you feel nowadays

It is the result of your greed

on finding cure on your way

and based just on distrust

[Part III]

Instrumental

[Part VI]

Why do I live like this?

Why do I live like this?

[Part V]

I sold my sould to the devil

to taste the victory

I am the enemy within

I\'m moving back to the hillside

before my bills are paid

\'cause I have lost my will to live