Is this the time gone before? Is this the way? Now I'm not sure Can I stop? Is it too late? Is this the place where I disintegrate? What is this that I see here? You're walking through the streets of fear What is this? Did I consent? Armed guard of punishment What is life and what is death? You may laugh or gasp for breath I ride the streets now filled with hate Carve pathways through the lines of fate With my energizing ray Power is the game I play I can murder, steal or rape Panic is the rule I make Panic is the rule I make Panic is the rule I make