Your chains are broken your way is free Are you a conqueror, say to me A prison labyrinth behind your back At the lair of dogbees where they rack
Investigators of human minds Tortured to death, you’re still alive Your proud heart, your greatest deed To commit a crime all they need
Chorus: Turn away a weakness; it’s your recreation Don’t finish the fighting against this aggression Infallible remedy never let down Stand up and show who you are
Milk-livered leaders, they fuck around Hearsay evidence, bloody hunt Getters of goldmine, the envoys of a king Jockey for position in their ring