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