When Your Soul Be Knifed For A Bad

My spirit don’t be good, and it don’t is because food,

Now make an illusion for bounce, shouting for wheel days around.

I don’t know if I’m good man, but strange things stay,

All disappear with shadows blacks, I have that free me yet…

Chorus :

When your soul be knifed for a bad, everybody feel a sad,

Around of at hour I’m nothing, because, all for hell fuck!!!

My rage don’t be natural never, you feel me so ever…?

Because swords invisibles own, knifed again my soul and I down!

Down… Down… Down… Down…

My heart was take of me for nothing, don’t have blood in my body,

Know that exist sky, but I know too that here don’t may fly.

Because here is a demon place, and no windows or door to race,

Feel and fell no hope of life, have blood yes, on my face of fight…

(Chorus)

(Solo)

Have fire over the cross, because it´s turned but don’t is our,

Was what turned, it with bad actions, The Bad, the big bad of reflections,

Of one life with many good moments, but the torment of a, the ache,

I don’t listen more, get the inverse of me for…

(Chorus Aggressive)