Metropolis creates mob and mob creates its face
  Megalopolis builds barriers, you die under their stress
  The mob creates its atmosphere:
  Bitches, drugs, guns for sale.
    I'm a stranger in the city, in its rotten part
  I will destroy the barriers and If I win
  I'll get lucky!
  The mob watchfully guards the wall
  It's very hard to get through!
    Volunteers in the army's rows, essence of slums and stench
  Dead body of a city - alienation and water, the beginning of a job
  Killers from dirty streets, victims of the city's creation
  Fifty bucks for one head, they are not afraid of this task
    To approach them is a risk, conscience is taboo
  To escape them has no sense, losers in the system abound
  Metropolis creates the gang and the gang defines the city
  Parasites love this corpse, killers in the army's rows!
    Chorus: How many people did you kill?
  About two hundred and fifty
  How many murders did you see?
  About two or three thousand
  Tell me man, did you use choppers?
  Yeah, we used choppers to torment!!!
    Spoken: And I wait for the darkness to set myself free...