Blood Money

Black sin, sun trip
Son of the dark
Dope sick, trick
Big chain

Finish it your way
Not a willing way
Reason to be the best

Just a soul
With no class
And get back
False get arrested

You must dream of peace
Everyone shut up
Cursing us

Just went back now, don't go away
Don't want your familiar ways
Flowers
Problems
Go now
With us

Go again with us
Goodnight to this world
You bitch
Go back

Progress
Pleasure
Treasure
Business
I spread a shot, blood