As far as, My eyes can see. It's a long way, it's a refugee. He's hiding around the corner, now he is walking around the street. I feel the razor sliding around my neck. I pray to god, don't put me in the plastic bag. There is fighting, killing in dark alley's, bullets flying around your ears. They try to kill. They want your soul. Chicago cave. In these days of madness. I am in a stade of shame. The gutters filled with blood, and I am to blame. Chicago cave, it is too hot.