I will tell you something and you can't believe it
I could sell my pain but i can't let it take it
I won for losing and I killed to survive because I needed
Spit and curses - at the end of the dark is the exit

Guts, teeth and shit around me
Beating, rape and shocks
Scalp, tongues and soles of feet
Wish and beg to die faster
Mutilation to fit in dumps
Fire to erase the traces
Before it is your turn
Clean up the mess

As the time goes by, is closer what you fear
They find your weakness
And they slaughter your mind
Always in this place
In front of your face
Miserables don't have dreams
Miserables just scream

We do more than we deserve
After all we don't even exist
And we don't have soul
Because we were born in a cradle of mud

How did i get here?
You don't think like me
How did i get here?
You don't survive like me
Asylum!

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