End Time Prophecies by Deal With It

Streets Of Rage II

by Deal With It· from End Time Prophecies

I want to show you where evil feeds Walk the streets, see the filth and disease Smack heads, crack heads, shitting in bags Getting spat on by pock-marked slags Feel the hatred all around Stinking rubbish on the ground Revenants of society feeding on our agony Streets of rage Can't take this town Crushing me down The lost roam the streets with bats and chains Cross their path and they'll smash your face Raised from birth love seperated Reluctant mothers and fist-fed hatred With no one left to guide them Our children are insane Violent acts come naturally Just another drop in a sea of suffering The ground is cracking under the sorrow That permeates everywhere Tears of blood when i think of tomorrow I feel this darkness in the air