You wake up in the morning and you feel sick,
with a bitter taste of emptiness in your mouth
and you might know what itīs like
to be the bad guy
You look in the mirror and you see yourself
Youīre a broken guy
with a black hole in your heart,
with a black hole in your soul
This is your life
Itīs time to wake up
Itīs time to move
Raise your fist against the world
You can change the future
You can change your life
Itīs not too late
You have to fight
and you have to go
to break the rules,to find a way
You can be a king, you can be free
Itīs not too late
Everybody hates you and you hate them
You donīt want to live like this anymore
You know you have to fight just to survive
and every day you want to change the world
So you take the gun from the bedside table
Youīre driving through the streets,
just to find the guilty one,
there must be someone to blame
for this hopeless situation
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