abnormous reasons shown without respect hiding what is meant to be later on we may reflect this life ain't easy to steer you see I'm an agent - the master of law my duty needs to be done don't ask any questions why or not I'm praying the religion of the gun rats and dust cover this place there are not many left of my race the system is protecting us I don't know what else to do america wie spät ist es jetzt? america what time is it now? america I see your children growing america where are you going? so very often I dreamt to murder you your nights are burning - mine are blue no kisses in a whole life's time only chains left in rhyme