歌词
We passed through hell
Through the fog of war and lies
My brothers and I, shoulder to shoulder
Covering each other
And now we have become kings of these streets
Self-proclaimed
Untouchables
And whiskey flows like a river, mixing with blood
We pay for who we are
Do you know my style?
When the hands in the blood
And there is no time looking back
This is our style
Our spirit is strong, but I don't know
We're salvation or the plague
Pain and thoughts
Behind the cold blue eyes
Hide it inside, let me be a liar
Lose control is not for me
But I feel, we can't get higher
With a rope around the neck
We laugh in the face of death
Money gives freedom and they also kill
But I owe no one
After they took away everything from me
Sometimes kings are overthrown
But this moment has not come yet
Do you know my style?
When the hands in the blood
And there is no time looking back
This is our style
Our spirit is strong, but I don't know
We're salvation or the plague
Pain and thoughts
Behind the cold blue eyes
Hide it inside, let me be a liar
Lose control is not for me
But I feel, we can't get higher