Black Breath Murder
Starving in dirt no shelter or work scavenge the
wasteland for a shred of hope safe in their towers the
masters look down gold in their fingers eternal control
hiding in rubble in concrete and slag wait for the moment
knife always in hand living... Waiting... To die come
on... Pick up... The knife they pulled the trigger and
started the war greed is their sickness fire is the cure
fire is the cure... Living... Waiting... To die come
on... Pick up... The knife pick up the knife
