I am not the working son of a working son I live in apathy the sun itnnnever shined on me I am everything you hate I am everything that younncould never be these city streets were oaved for me and I will usennthem well til my dying day I’m burning in hell and as for faith it’snnto fucking much to bear I knew the world could never care I’ll find mynnworth in this world of wealth amidst the struggle the sun is fuckingnnburning my flesh and when this city’s fucking dead we’ll all gonnunderground to rest in misery the sun will never shine on me againnnthese city streets were pave for me and I will use them well til mynndying day I’m burning in hell and as for faith it’s to fucking much tonnbear I knew the world could never care and when it’s over we willnnarise from the ashes of your worthless fucking pity we’ll make a namennfor ourselves and by ourselves we’ll watch the stars come down tonnlevel this city sacramento is dead