The air is cold, the night is young
There's no one by your side
But they're watching you, your every move
Nothing you do is sacred
Crooked
People
In power
We won't take their SHIT
We've put our lives on every line they've forced us to
We've done their torturous deeds and finished their tasks
Yet, we still don't have all we need to keep alive
When will this torment end? Will we survive
Fuckin' CULTIST
CULTIST
Break off the chains going through your veins
You won't be overlooked
Release the fire, this funeral pyre
Does not have to be where there's
Crooked
People
In power
Still
Rah... rah... rrraaaahh
We won't take their SHIT
End of the line, there is the knife
Cut through the eyes, put up a fight
Do what you want do what you like
Do what you like
March with all the others
Lambs led to the slaughter
Vengeance will be mine
You can't run when there's no place left to
HIDE
OH
Breeeeed
Feeeeeed
Maaaaaim
Killlll
SURVIVE
Motherfucking CULTIST (Cultist)
CULTIST (Cultist)
Do what you like
