Sin city - Intellectual

Like him, I killed in the name of good

But the violence of my life pulled my soul towards the darkness

But I fought and freed myself

Now I work for others like me

Men are the ones who create evil on Earth

It is the choices they make that enslave their souls

This is the destiny

I feel insane and deranged

Erasing your power to save

Spraying blood on the walls

As I sharpen my blade

Try to get my money up evеryday

Every week no defeat

Turn thе weed into roses

Hide your corpse in the forest

Turn yourself into mush

You be one with the fungus

Buried deep in the mud

You just got what you wanted

And now you missing her touch

Acid raining enough

Melting down in a slush

Step back

Skip this

Rewrap

Pull up you'll get stabbed

In my fucking chest is a hole

I cannot feel that

Get cash

Spiked up so no one talk back

Talk trash

Fuck em all they never help out