When death becomes a feast The human essence shows its real face
When human beings become puppets The audience is pleased
The fight is over And you're back in your cell Waiting for your next opportunity To live or die in the sand
What's on your mind When the only way out is the fight
When blood flows into your muscles For the purpose of being a death machine And finally Being killedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
