My Way Of Life

Talking with my shadow on Saturday
About things of years behind
There’s nothing left to say
After I woke up

I’m walking through the badlands
My blood boils in veins. The water tastes like gasoline
And we have a Sun for each human being

I remember many pints of beer
When my mind went in a crazy blackout
I forgot all pictures and memories
After things of years behind

The mankind is in chaos, with robbery, betrayal and pain
I have a lot of sons of bitches to geld
And somewhere there’s a Sun that I have to slay

This isn’t a joke, isn’t a lie
This is my crazy style
It’s my way of life
This isn’t a joke, isn’t a lie
This is my crazy style
It’s my way of life

In the end I stay hard and strong
Without my friends
I walked through the streets alone
I don’t care about my future days
This is my life, This is my way

This isn’t a joke, isn’t a lie
This is my crazy style
It’s my way of life
This isn’t a joke, isn’t a lie
This is my crazy style
It’s my way of life