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• Artiste: Cradle To The Grave
• Titre: Hell Hole
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The things I've seen You’d be sick to your stomach Desensitized to the things that used to disgust me Try to right a wrong and you're an enemy to the public Fuck staying complacent, there needs to be some justice Sometimes I want to blank my face and load that clip, go and cut the gates, boot down the doors, tune out the screams, put em on their knees, click back like: Drop the weapons, or you'll get it All this violence, time to end it Wipe this shit stain off the map Calm down? Fuck that No rescues will happen today There is no help on the way Under the crushing foot of mankind No one gets out alive They drop like flies We have their names and we know where they fucking hide This is ecocide What's done in the dark will be brought into the light Destination: Hellhole Population: All Undesirables: Dead on arrival All was well, life was immaculate and uncorrupted Until mankind rode in on a pale horse named death Cut out their deafening heartbeats And we're just getting started, trust me Hidden far away from the prying eyes of the populace Concealed beyond the treelines true horror exists Time and time again, investigations go unnoticed Uncovering things that could make your skin crawl The death toll is measured in tonnes tonight, it's all online Welcome to the hellhole, trespassers will be shot on sight As the sun goes down, the bodycount will rise, piled to the skies All who enter here must die Worse than anything I could write Pricetag, Toe-tag Bring your own coffins or join the mass burial Bodybags, supplied to meet demand Scavangers, picking at the scraps of life Fucking savages I'd hate your guts if you fucking had any