jurnal si alte chestii

ooo come on
im dres in black metal
driving with pwer on the road
too hard, too fast
buth im not the last, the only one

run away, you are scared
come with me if you wana live
two roads, too fast
i can disapear in dust

nobody cached me
you wana be like us
let me see if you have balls

the speed is my life

come on now,
where you want to go?
this shit can make youre dreams come thrue
expect to worse
stay away off the road

the city streets will never be the same
the people change
buth this fashiom will never die

(nu mai corectez engleza asta de balta :D)