Chains held down without sway
in blood and sickness we pay.
Caut through cloth, cut through bone
can't risk here; let's try the unknown.

Nameless am I, faceless I am too
whips cracking on the back you grew.
Tough you made me, stong as an ox
you think me ignorant, but I am the fox.

God, am I so bored,
blaim it on me!
Boy, can't take it anymore,
take it out on me!
Devil, I'll sell my soul,
to freedom it'll be!
Masters, while I'm long gone,
I'll see you in hell!

08/17/2004

Posted on 08/17/2004
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