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Working for the freaks of a dying human race,
I've lived my life, but I failed to put it into place.
I live in shit, my voice is now disturbed.
My future stays forgotten in the dirt.
Our tribe is dying by its own brutallity.
I'm out of it, I don't have its morallity.
I used to live before I lost my soul.
I realised the trigger is my only hope.
I feel aggression, hunger, pain and hate.
I want to kill the fags, who rule this fucking state.
Life is prison in a cold world of lies.
If I can't fight, I'll have to die in silent cries.
This is the place, where exists no truth.
It's full of sorrow, like a river of blood.
This is the place, where you can't be free.
There noone cares about what you wanna be.
It's third world.
Third world
A life in cries, a death in darkness.
Some fools are happy because of my sadness.
Misery's filling my fucking life.
I can't take anymore, but why I must die?
It's third world.
Third world
Money is life, money is death, money is God.
Money is cult, money is sin, money is whore.
I hate this world so down now I fall.
There's no place for love. I wish death to all!