It's scary in the fog, put on a mask, take a boulder and with it quickly into the shade
My little sister fell ill with an incurable disease
You look in the mirror, but apart from yourself you will see the city because it is me
The whole world has disintegrated, under half-life and if you're alive, prove it to the bastards
The armor will protect against bullets, but it is useless to protect the soul
I'm covered so much that you can't even imagine it
The road , the tunnel and the racing cars that leave it