What is this that I see here,
You’re walking through the streets of fear
What is this, did I consent, armed guard
Or punishment.
What is life, and what is death, you may laugh,
Or gasp for breath,
I ride the streets now filled with hate,
Carve pathways through the lines of fate,
With my energizing ray, power’s the game I play,
I can murder, steal or rape, panic is the rule I
Make.
