Born to despair and poverty A life not worth of living Expendable from the get-go Torn from the womb, raised with the dogs No sun is shining on me Down in the gutter is my home
Rejected – neglected Infected with the will to kill – I’m falling Corroded – devoted But there’s a chance to win some dignity
Mouth full of dirt, blood on my face The wooden sword beside me My hands too sore to grab the hilt Supposed to kneel, wait for the blow 10000 people screaming Die in accordance to the code
Subjected – dissected I’m gonna leave this life behind me now
Hanging by a thread The end of things ahead Still feeling human for the first time Born to thrill the crowd No reason to be proud No higher meaning to unfold Fight for a life that has been bought and sold
Get up! You little maggot Don’t ever think that you’re allowed to lose Stand up! It’s time to dust off Don’t ever think that they will show you mercy Man up! No second chances Don’t ever think that I’m the enemy Rise up! To stand above them It’s your only shot
Rejected – neglected Infected with the will to kill – I’m falling Deported – applauded Rewarded with the chance to die in pain
Hanging by a thread The end of things ahead Still feeling human for the first time Born to thrill the crowd No reason to be proud No higher meaning to unfold Fight for a life that has been bought and sold