Out on the wild urban jungle
Out on the streets made of bones
They say you have no rights
They say stay out of sight
Out in the sick urban wasteland
Spending the nights in the cold

You're all alone, hungry and cold
Thrown to the wolves at the edge of the world

This city rots before your eyes
Violence and bloodshed you see
They say you don't belong
They say that you don't matter
Your grave i calls needle in hand
Rusting in chains, misery

You're all alone out on the streets
Thrown to the fire that the devil may meet

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