The sun rises up no marks left
Hope I don't need to smell your trash
You can do eveyrthing cause money gives the right
To rule over minds selling propaganda buying lifes
I gotta hide so you don't find me
I gotta hide so you can't change me
Poor street walker has no chance to escape
To change this life that's what I hate

When silver kills
When silver kills
You act so rightous but you steal a lot
You count your money and you feel like a god

The sun rises up I close my eyes
And hope I won't get blinded
A filled pocked bag
Is stronger than heart
In a world so proud
Stinking like a fart
I gotta hide from the sun
I gotta hide from everyone
Poor street walker has no chance to escape
To change this life that's what I hate

When silver kills