Subject to Die
Death came in rubber boots
A party of horror, squad of doom
Rapings, tortures, and some impaled
The town you built is now a tale
Tears fall mixed with blood
Schools with gone kids and bullet holes
Devil's playground, child's play
And always playing with empty shells
(Subject to die)
The sun of hope eclipsed by torture
(Subject to die)
Don't know who's next to die
(Subject to die)
A vision of despair, listen to the sound of fear
(Subject to die)
Nowhere to go, nowhere to hide
Always with fear of what's on their minds
Trying not think about the losses
But the sidewalks are always filled with corpses
(Subject to die)
The sun of hope eclipsed by torture
(Subject to die)
Don't know who's next to die
(Subject to die)
A vision of despair, listen to the sound of fear
Subject to die
Terror and subjugation
Until they are all gone
(Subject to die)
The sun of hope eclipsed by torture
(Subject to die)
Don't know who's next to die
(Subject to die)
A vision of despair, listen to the sound of fear
Subject to die
Ghost echoes of dead memories
Whisper the story of a town held hostage
We won't forgive, must not forget
The stench of blood in the air
A party of horror, squad of doom
Rapings, tortures, and some impaled
The town you built is now a tale
Tears fall mixed with blood
Schools with gone kids and bullet holes
Devil's playground, child's play
And always playing with empty shells
(Subject to die)
The sun of hope eclipsed by torture
(Subject to die)
Don't know who's next to die
(Subject to die)
A vision of despair, listen to the sound of fear
(Subject to die)
Nowhere to go, nowhere to hide
Always with fear of what's on their minds
Trying not think about the losses
But the sidewalks are always filled with corpses
(Subject to die)
The sun of hope eclipsed by torture
(Subject to die)
Don't know who's next to die
(Subject to die)
A vision of despair, listen to the sound of fear
Subject to die
Terror and subjugation
Until they are all gone
(Subject to die)
The sun of hope eclipsed by torture
(Subject to die)
Don't know who's next to die
(Subject to die)
A vision of despair, listen to the sound of fear
Subject to die
Ghost echoes of dead memories
Whisper the story of a town held hostage
We won't forgive, must not forget
The stench of blood in the air
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