Mongrels, no men are found here
Only beasts who wish to burn our little lives to the ground.
Why show some sympathy, when the only gifts we’d receive are just some holes for our heads?
With the roles reversed, they'd hang us from our necks.
DON'T FORGET ABOUT IT.
Nowhere left to run, I’m stuck living in hell; mama I’m already dead.
Only time will tell, who we were , so will we be monsters or will we be men?
As long as there’s some breath trapped inside those lungs they’re using, be assured they want us dead.
It’s us or them just kill one, go on and pull that trigger.
They’re no harm when they’re dead.
Pull the trigger, end another.