Question not my hate for you
Your world and people I walk on
You've killed all my throught and throught
But within myself you've still not won
Seething hate, overwheming weight
We are pressure cooked, but your hellbound booked
Some born blinded, evil minded
They raep whats sewn, live whats known
And dealt from a cheats hand
Evils Evil and Evils man
Year after year, more and more were choking inside
With nowhere to hide
We're bloody bruised, walk on used, stuggle to fight
With no end insight
Back of the wall, but we stand tall
