In my deepest, darkest past I was a guy full of rage And aggression too tired to be tolerant Between concrete and truncheons And my way was the way of violence What a boring existence Full of hate and ignorance What a boring existence always waiting for the next fight Today aggression doesn't rule me Now it's only my frustraton Still a life without love and peace Too tired of the eternal fight But there is no end in sight I cant chance my way as long as i live What a boring existence Full of hate and ignorance What a boring existence always waiting for the next fight!