Martyrs

Forged and raised in the eye of the storm
One by one dropping, grey as the curb
No feeling of any fucking form, I was sentenced, just as I was born

Fifty thousand dead bodies, under the pavement
Bad habits, back to the wall
Fallen for nothing, choked by the fog

Seven thousand above you, pressure on your chest
Bad blood, foutry one meters down
Hold my head under water and let the rats do the rest

I'll die here as i fucking came
You tried it once and turned instant pale
This is for the victims, losers of the game
DIV - MED fool, no fucking shame

Fifty thousand dead bodies, under the pavement
Bad habits, back to the wall
Fallen for nothing, choked by the fog

Seven thousand above you, pressure on your chest
Hold my head under water and let the rats do the rest

Vermin, in the streets
Consume all light
This city forever sleeps
Selling caskets to the poor
Misery, suicide
Hard hitting substance
Back to the wall