Hate & Haste St. کے بول

Live faster, breath harder Look better, die after In the city cold drizzle falls You gotta keep strong This city consumes my soul Things are gonna get bad It’s raining later over the hearts in this place We’re not gonna be driven Cold as ice emptiness Every corner is gray and every day You run until your last breath Ruthless around everywhere They hold all the greed They hope for the worst to happen The weakest souls are shouting death Go for your life Just to feel alive Days go by faster Every action sooner will be reacting