Branded, forced into exile
Cinical routine, family union dissolved
Accused, aban
Scored primed and packed geared upRules are none move with
Seal your fate, seal your fate
Seal your fate, seal your
THEME SONG
Bug Juice, it doesn't come in a jar.
Lungs breathing foulnessAnal intellect fills roomsCigar smoke and the stench
Vulgar, parasite Endless quest for gain Obsession turns to disease
The silence grows loudEchoing through the hallsAbandoned by our protectorsNo
being used, but never forgivenbeing pushed out, then pulledright back
born to the plague of foolsintent on breaking all the
Welcome to my house of sadness
Welcome to my house of
Driven to tears while being sucked dryBeaten down, exploited, left
Born in a city, no more than a wasteland
Flash point,
What you waiting for
Enemy at my door, what are you
Internet fraud information downloadCurrent techno scams electronic theftHardware
Cashing in exploit the misfortuneOf some poor bastard that eats
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