Letras:Trash Talk. Walking Disease. Sacramento Is Dead.

I am not the working son of a working son. The sun? it never shined on me. I am everything you hate. I am every thing you can never be. These city streets were paved for me and I will use them well. Until my dying day I'm burning ni hell. As fo faith, it's just too fucking much to bare. I know the world could never care. I'll find my worth in this world of wealth. Amidst the struggle, the sun is burning my fucking flesh. When this ctiy's dead we'll all go underground to rest in misery. The sun will never shine on me again. The world could never fucking care and when it's all over we will arise from the ashes of your worthless fucking pity. We'll make a name for ourselves, by ourselves, we'll watch the stars cmoe down to leve this city.
Sacramento is Dead