Paroles de Slaves
Miserable life a sad pace of death,they call you a winner but your running blind..
a piece of meat, scarred by the knife,
they are the killers, the mad of mankind...
I wont be your fucking slave,
trapped in a world depraved,
I wont be your fucking slave,
rotting in an early grave...
The theatre, the pain and the lies...
the torture chamber, behind these dead eyes...
I wont be your fucking slave,
trapped in a world depraved,
I wont be your fucking slave,
sentenced to an early grave...
Carniverous, in the abyss we dwell,
sent to a slaughter in a burning night...
a sad pace of death, where the tortured fell,
those sad souls dismembered in a burning hell...
I wont be your fucking slave,
trapped in a world depraved,
I wont be your fucking slave, When their dead, boil their heads...
Throw them in the boiling lead
I wont be your fucking slave,
rotting in an early grave...
The theatre, the pain and the lies...
the torture chamber, behind these dead eyes...
I wont be your fucking slave,
trapped in a world depraved,
I wont be your fucking slave,
sentenced to an early grave...
Carniverous, in the abyss we dwell,
sent to a slaughter in a burning night...
a sad pace of death, where the tortured fell,
those sad souls dismembered in a burning hell...
I wont be your fucking slave,
trapped in a world depraved,
I wont be your fucking slave, When their dead, boil their heads...
Throw them in the boiling lead
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