Streets of Darkness
(T. Tôrres /Téo, Túlio, Maycon, Ricardo)
Into your eyes, disillusion
We can feel someone's cry. What now?
How many tears
Fade away your Holy Hell
Someone cries once again
The darkside never mind with you
Time in your hands, in your face
To die someday
Your crime is your time
Like a shame in your pride
You want to feel like Satan, that's all
Streets of darkness are your home, tonight
So many screams, nobody hears
Night by night, streets of darkness
How many tears
Fade away your Holy Hell
Tme in your hands, in your face
To die someday
Your crime is your time
Like a shame in your pride
Lost in freedom, you break the dreams
Bringging pain day by day
How many tears fade away
Your Holy Hell, Holy Hell
Time in your hands, in your face
To die someday
Your crime is your time
Like a shame in your pride
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