Letras:
El Ciclo Sin Fin

The bias of the father runs on through the son And leaves him bothered and bewildered The drugs in his veins only cause him to spit At the face staring

A child's mind is easily inspired, violence fuels the fire Video games and chaotic scenes, are what they see, act out violently Absorbing what they view

The bias of the father runs on through the son and leaves him bothered and bewildered The drugs in his veins only cause him to spit at the face staring

The bias of the father runs on through the son and leaves him bothered and bewildered The drugs in his veins only cause him to spit at the face staring

The bias of the father runs on through the son and leaves him bothered and bewildered The drugs in his veins only cause him to spit at the face staring

There's no religion To explain my lies There's not one reason Only desperate times So the worst is over Only just begun My time of suffering That