Streets of Fear

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 energising 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

Songwriters

BROCK, DAVE /Published by

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC