Ripped to Bone
by The Warriors· from War Is Hell Redux
I too refuse that empty dream. Born in caste with hope in hand. Locked in cage and told to sing. I'll break the bars that break and bind me. I choke on the words. I cant spit them out. I choke on the words. Ill brea you words before they suffocate me. Your destruction ranks second to none. Stepping on the weak. Always watching out for numger one. My flesh is repped right off the bone to feed the moughts all but my own. All but my own. Flesh ripped from bone.