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Feed Them To The PigsThis is life. This is worthless. Is there consequence? This apathy is murderous. Hope is dead, buried by regret. Alive for nothing and dying for even less. Is this the path we've chosen? Our minds and our future left to rot. These lives are worthh nothing. Our lives worth nothing. Fuck. As we watch our dreams turn to dust. On these cold streets beneath this hollow corpse of a life. Their world casts shadows and it's eating us alive. We are the working dead. Haunted by the ghost of unanswered dreams. We are the flesh and the blood of a lost generation. The deceased and forgotten. The voiceless and consumed. We're buried and broken and we're rising against you. So this is life, and are we so worthless? We've clawed our way back. They can't destroy this. 'Cause we've got nothing left to lose. These hate-fuelled hearts keep burning. We push against the grain and we won't turn back. Armed to the teeth, born from the shadows. Burning for revenge. We're burning for revenge. |