I am not the working son of a working son I live in apathy the sun it
never shined on me I am everything you hate I am everything that you
could never be these city streets were oaved for me and I will use
them well til my dying day I'm burning in hell and as for faith it's
to fucking much to bear I knew the world could never care I'll find my
worth in this world of wealth amidst the struggle the sun is fucking
burning my flesh and when this city's fucking dead we'll all go
underground to rest in misery the sun will never shine on me again
these city streets were pave for me and I will use them well til my
dying day I'm burning in hell and as for faith it's to fucking much to
bear I knew the world could never care and when it's over we will
arise from the ashes of your worthless fucking pity we'll make a name
for ourselves and by ourselves we'll watch the stars come down to
level this city sacramento is dead