The violence will keep us together
Blood as the seal of our burning love
The brotherhood of those who chose the war
Challenge me if you want to be in my

Try to hit me if you want to get close to me
How can you still stand life? [bad word] is a different form of oppression
Being charmed by the flesh only to be defeated by it

I want to learn to live inside
You learn suffer and bear the scars
In the ecstasy of the fight
I feel your body’s perfect moves

Bareknuckle boy
I’m your angel when the [bad word] your face
And you’re ready to strike
Bareknuckle boy
I’m your angel when god condemns your revenge

You will only dominate me if you’re really resolute
With a wound to the face
You’ll understand the laws of this world
And those who impose them

Your tensed up body
The [bad word] weapon that can subdue them
Leave your mark of fire on me
Only strike when you’re ready to accept yourself