The Untouchables

We passed through hell Through the fog of war and lies My brothers and I, shoulder to shoulder Covering each other And now we have become kings of these streets Self-proclaimed Untouchables And whiskey flows like a river, mixing with blood We pay for who we are Do you know my style? When the hands in the blood And there is no time looking back This is our style Our spirit is strong, but I don't know We're salvation or the plague Pain and thoughts Behind the cold blue eyes Hide it inside, let me be a liar Lose control is not for me But I feel, we can't get higher With a rope around the neck We laugh in the face of death Money gives freedom and they also kill But I owe no one After they took away everything from me Sometimes kings are overthrown But this moment has not come yet Do you know my style? When the hands in the blood And there is no time looking back This is our style Our spirit is strong, but I don't know We're salvation or the plague Pain and thoughts Behind the cold blue eyes Hide it inside, let me be a liar Lose control is not for me But I feel, we can't get higher