Slaves
Miserable life a sad pace of death,
They call you a winner but your running blind..
A piece of meat, scarred by the knife,
They are the killers, the mad of mankind...
I wont be your fucking slave,
Trapped in a world depraved,
I wont be your fucking slave,
Rotting in an early grave...
The theatre, the pain and the lies...
The torture chamber, behind these dead eyes...
I wont be your fucking slave,
Trapped in a world depraved,
I wont be your fucking slave,
Sentenced to an early grave...
Carniverous, in the abyss we dwell,
Sent to a slaughter in a burning night...
A sad pace of death, where the tortured fell,
Those sad souls dismembered in a burning hell...
I wont be your fucking slave,
Trapped in a world depraved,
I wont be your fucking slave,
Sentenced to an early grave...
All the people are no good...
Chop them up for firewood...
When their dead, boil their heads...
Throw them in the boiling lead
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