The streets are filled with rage
Tyranny at age
This isn’t a phase
you silence

They worship your name,
your lies – all the same,
the question remains:
bloodstains, bloodstains…

Ooh, ooh…

Exploited by trust
in those we misjudged,
we’re fucked up, insane,
we’re violence.

No rules? No fate.
no religion? No hate.
still the question remains:
bloodstains, bloodstains…

Ooh, Ooh…