Here comes another night, Another chance to do it right, Reveling the deadly atmosphere, I’m roaming the streets. Seeking the path, Where the rage is a queen, Chasing the place, Where I can find my revenge. A war of sweats, for some cigarettes, A brutal fight, feeding my appetite. Here I am, standing between them, Invisible but real, a smart shadow, In the dark side, of the boulevard. Sure I’m nothing human, That doesn’t mean I’m a demon, I’m just a gambler, Hiding behind the winer. I wait for so long, To take this soul, Waiting for too long, To loose control. I’m focus, One kick, two punchs, I’m engaged, one knife, No escape, no escape. His eyes, her breast. Her eyes, the weapon, His eyes, full of rage, Her hands, cold and weak, Blood on the place, blood on his hand. What a show ! Sure I’m nothing human, That doesn’t mean I’m a demon, I’m just a gambler, Hiding behind the winer. But in the depth of my shadow, I could’n find the promised window, Opening on to the glow, of gladness. Feeling as empty as a well, Which never seen a drop of water, Which was hoping the rain,
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