Besedila: Terror. Always The Hard Way. Hardship Belongs To Me.

From broken homes and shattered hopes
All the streets are filled with pain
Nothing to live to
The devil sells broken dreams

Rise, fall, crash and I burn
And now I see, hardship, it belongs to me

Living on borrowed time
A minute to pray, and a second to die
Don?t get caught between
A man and his enemy

Hardship, it belongs to me
It belongs to me

Now i see myself
Gone at the end of a rope
Damned and unwanted
It?s all I know