In my deepest, darkest past
I was a guy full of rage
And aggression too tired to be tolerant
Between concrete and truncheons
And my way was the way of violence
What a boring existence
Full of hate and ignorance
What a boring existence always waiting for the next fight
Today aggression doesn't rule me
Now it's only my frustraton
Still a life without love and peace
Too tired of the eternal fight
But there is no end in sight
I cant chance my way as long as i live
What a boring existence
Full of hate and ignorance
What a boring existence always waiting for the next fight!