Interpret:

Pretty Maids

Album:

Carpe Diem

Join the crowd of leaches
 Outcast of the world
 Gathered are the species
 All the misfits of the earth


 The subhuman nation
 Terrifying scene
 Second hand civilization
 Violent in extreme


 All are we covered by blackened clouds
 See how we rot from the inside and out
 Hold on to yourself


 Stick to your guns
 law of the jungle
 The truth here is worse than the lie
 All numb
 Hearts made of steel
 Fear for your life
 Cause the violent tribe is for real


 Culture of destruction
 Dead society
 Never turn your back
 cause you don't know your enemy


 Chaos and disorder
 Like a third world war
 Blood flows like water
 In this stinking sour
 Out here where life is worth nothing to some
 Down in the gutter your second to none
 Never close your eyes
 Don't close your eyes


 Stick to your guns
 law of the jungle
 The truth here is worse than the lie
 All numb
 Hearts made of steel
 Fear for your life
 Cause the violent tribe is for real


 Among this scum
 in this miserable slum you're alone
 you cannot run you cannot escape
 there's no getaway
 there ain't no sanctuary there's no relief
 no way out of here


 Children of aggression
 Twenty first century trash
 A terror vision
 In your face
 In your face


 Kill for no reason
 And show no remorse
 Brothers in treason
 Reject from the laws
 Hold your spirit high


 Stick to your guns
 law of the jungle
 The truth here is worse than the lie
 All numb
 Hearts made of steel
 Fear for your life
 Cause the violent tribe is for real