Shysters - No Identity Lyrics

Two different faces splitting at stitches
A life of riches and now a mass of kitsches
Never-ending fighting
Bleeding from the teeth
My blood is on my hands
There's no identity
No identity
No identity
(I can't hear you)
No identity
(This thing on?)
No identity
Blood-lusting factions
External rations
Provide distractions in a cynical fashion
Theses outfits are burning on the wet chaotic streets
My blood is on my hands there's no identity
No identity
No identity
(Come on)
No identity
No identity
Yeah
No identity
No identity
(Am I gay?)
No identity
(I don't even know who I am anymore)
No Identity