| Born to despair and poverty
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| A life not worth of living
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| Expendable from the get-go
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| Torn from the womb, raised with the dogs
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| No sun is shining on me
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| Down in the gutter is my home
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| Rejected — neglected
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| Infected with the will to kill — I’m falling
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| Corroded — devoted
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| But there’s a chance to win some dignity
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| Mouth full of dirt, blood on my face
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| The wooden sword beside me
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| My hands too sore to grab the hilt
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| Supposed to kneel, wait for the blow
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| 10 000 people screaming
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| Die in accordance to the code
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| Subjected — dissected
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| I’m gonna leave this life behind me now
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| Hanging by a thread
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| The end of things ahead
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| Still feeling human for the first time
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| Born to thrill the crowd
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| No reason to be proud
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| No higher meaning to unfold
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| Fight for a life that has been bought and sold
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| Get up! |
| You little maggot
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| Don’t ever think that you’re allowed to lose
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| Stand up! |
| It’s time to dust off
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| Don’t ever think that they will show you mercy
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| Man up! |
| No second chances
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| Don’t ever think that I’m the enemy
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| Rise up! |
| To stand above them
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| It’s your only shot
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| Rejected — neglected
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| Infected with the will to kill — I’m falling
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| Deported — applauded
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| Rewarded with the chance to die in pain
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| Hanging by a thread
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| The end of things ahead
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| Still feeling human for the first time
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| Born to thrill the crowd
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| No reason to be proud
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| No higher meaning to unfold
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| Fight for a life that has been bought and sold |