Look in the mirror, a face of my own Hiding in shadows, the pain still has grown Anger through hatred and hatred fills lives Hunger tomorrow, don?
15 year old John he?s carrying sorts of guns he?s walking up the hills to prove his sniper skills 15 year old John your family has gone insidious
Deep in night When no moon shines My cruel soul makes its own line My dead mind brings me to the grave I can?t defend I?m my souls slave My souls
