Streets Of Rage

Finally coming to terms with the blood on the hands
Especially when it reflects the eyes of the guilty

I hunt, I fight, I kill
And the streets are the same, for I never will

Rage
These streets of rage
Rage

Consciously pushing away all the right kind of voices
Especially when there's an echo, you are filthy

I hunt, I fight, I kill
And the world is the same, for I never will

Rage
These streets of rage
Rage
Rage
These streets of rage
Rage

Rage

Rage
These streets of rage
Rage
Rage
The streets of rage
Rage
Rage