It´s time to assassin my fears
yes it is time
to escape anxiety
trough dark woods without compass
with eyes filled to the brim with uncried tears

stumbling, running, falling
hard
to the ground

There is no blood on my hands
There is no blood on my hands

So I rise again
away from my ghetto demons
from all the pain coursing trough my veins

My heart is an volcano
erupting on all of you

Not revenge
no

I'm just going to fly
like an albatross