Outcast a time of war, when mankind lost control
of life and death, under surveillance
I watch the children pray, while god just turns away

out in the ruins they seek shelter

These streets were once my home, but those

golden days are gone, now I'm fighting to survive

Stone cold, the end of our dream


The sword is on the street, it's kill or to be killed
with no exception you are on your own


We should have seen it all along, the writings
on the wall, tell me what have we become


Stone cold ...


Who do you belive in now, when the prophecy
came true, the final deja vu


These streets were once my home ...

Stone cold ...