Artillery - In The Trash | Текст песни

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Born in the trash – it's the pain that I feel
You men with power – can't you see that I'm real
You call yourself civilized – treat me like a slave
It feels like I carry – my own cross to the grave
You leave me no chance – to live my own life
You force me to live – my life by the knife
And up there you sit – you've locked up your doors
Chossin' my fate – in the name of the law

I'm alive – but I'm not free
I might as well be dead
Life in the trash – beyond all compare
Life in the trash – hope's not enough for me

You fight wars with words – and act so polite
But sill you decide – what is good and right
But don't you forget – that time conquers all
Usurers die – and empires fall

I'm alive – but I'm not free
I might as well be dead
Life in the trash – it's filthy ant mean
Life in the trash – only the strong survive.

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