Scored primed and packed geared upRules are none move with
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 forgiven Being pushed out, then pulled
born to the plague of foolsintent on breaking all the
Pushed into theMounth of the AbyssA world that owes nothingTrapped
Driven to tears while being sucked dryBeaten down, exploited, left
Cashing in exploit the misfortuneOf some poor bastard that eats
Guilty of innocence, guilty of innocence Born to the plague
Cruel gruesome images in the lost world Massacre of the
Treachery with a smile, etched upon its face A face
Tears like dirty water stainCrass is a union a struggle
Pain no one sees Pulsing throung my veins Crawls beneath
ReleaseThirty years of nothingMacabre chilling sceneHeinous is the rescue of
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