[ntype]

sitting in the dark.

You work all your life to pay your tombstone
You hide your face behind the newspaper
You walk as a robot in the metro
Impossible to go further without your bodyarmor
You wishes to give eye to the Justice
(but) Impossible to rape this filthy wolman
Antisocial you lose your temper
Think about all those services year
Antisocial you lose your temper

Crushing people has become your hobby
In your despair there's only hope
that people decides to kill that filthy bastard

Get out of your hideout
Don't look anymore on the ground
you're not alone

[Jdub]

That's deep