Sanoja: Hoods. The King Is Dead. Drawn Out.

[No one in this world can you trust.
Not men, not women, not beasts.
..this you can trust.]

I've given up everything for what?
You never cared.
My hatred filled me to the top- I can't take this.
Conversations get bad- Mother fuckers get stabbed-
Get the point?
Don't think I've lost touch with who I am.

You question me, now who the fuck are you?
Don't cross the line with me.
I'll get you blindside, until you die.
I won't let it ride.
Now combined hatred with pride- I'm taking your fucking life- your fucking life.

I've chosen one to many times. In my life to swallow my pride- with my hate.
It's finally time to give back some hate.

I've given up everything for what?
You never cared.
My hatred filled me to the top- I can't take this.
Conversations get bad- Mother fuckers get stabbed-
Get the point?
Don't think I've lost touch with who I am