No survivors in this game of hate, we all get changed in a certain way.. Our ideals changed by mortar, there isn't a person who doesn't pay.. . No survivors, burst the bubble..
From the slums to the suburbs there's a rallying cry,. people are kicking authority, blacking its eye.. It's sure time to party when your freedom comes,.
Make love to you your eyes are closed,. your body is rotting it's decomposed.. Your hair straggled in a spider's web ... you're dead.. . No remorse ...