Disorder

It was like a hurricane
Wrecking off everything ahead
Nothing can stop them
Be aware, they're coming

With only few shots
(They're) rising up
More black
Tooth grin

You never saw anything
Like them before
Just give a break, man
But you can't never stop

With no words
No future
All the drugs
All the pain

Regret
Your errors
Won't take
You to heaven

It will never return
It's out of your hands
You threw it all away
When you were a king

You got no future
A near death
Exploded in
Overdore

Regret
Your errors
Won't take
You to heaven

More clutter on the stage
9 mm on the head
The darkest day in life
Is when your brother is dead

Now only reside
In memory
Disorder
Gun shots

Regret
Your errors
Won't take
You to heaven