Some got the go Some play the role Some scream out in horror just for show Some got no reason Some got no hope We like it loud Some like the violence Some like submission Some use aggression

Violence is now a way of life The sledge my tool to torture As it pounds down on your forehead There's something inside me It's, it's coming out I feel like killing you Let loose the anger, held back too long My blood runs cold Through my anatomy, dwells