Testo Chicago Cave

As far as, My eyes can see.

It´s a long way, it´s a refugee.

He´s hiding around the corner, now he is walking around the street.

I feel the razor sliding around my neck.
I pray to god, don´t put me in the plastic bag.

There is fighting, killing in dark alley´s, bullets flying around your ears.

They try to kill.

They want your soul.

Chicago cave.

In these days of madness.

I am in a stade of shame.

The gutters filled with blood, and I am to blame.
Chicago cave, it is too hot.