Revolt of the Weak
sitting in a dark cell
in a dark cell
waiting for the dooms day
for the dooms day
your body is just an
human resource
the weak will be slaughtered
without remorse
you are just the canon fodder
served as the frightened prey
your life has an expiring date
and your time
and your time is over now
time is over now
the
sun rays pretend the way
But
it's just a trap
you
won't see the next day
only minutes left - no regretting
and your worthless life - please no praying
will come to an end - it's too late
you wont see no - no tomorrow
no chance for survival
and you know you will die alone
die alone
seeing all the numbers
all the numbers
scratched into the naked
naked torsos
opens up your eyes
you are not the only
not the only one
but you are running out of time
the crowd gets into euphoria
as the first screams shrill and release
all the pent-up anger
but your will for survival is stronger
stronger than ever
unite the numbers for a revolt of
revolt of the weak
every chapter of this journey
is filled with blood
security guards can't hold you
can't hold you back
freedom within reach
freedom for eternity
never again
never again slavery
destruction - in pure form
controlled by the voice of mother fucking
fear and pain, illusion
of freedom bursts as the flesh eater appears
with his legendary grim reaper
blood drains down as this
bastard
kills half of the revolter and strikes them back
your hope is flying away with the wind