What else could have been expected pain is echoed through the smell of burning flesh a reach that will steal a lifeline handed down alive and well
Run the blade across another throat one more life ends on the cold hard floor dead in the blood of countless others just another number on an unending
A remanent of a soul disfigured and amputated transformed into a machine simply mutilated by alteration of chains standing room only now not enough
Money talks and bullshit walks and that's what makes our system thrive money talks and bullshit walks and that's what makes our people die die face
