| Under submission for a long time | |
| For a thousand years | |
| My soul is starting to rot | |
| My work is done here | |
| I've shed my share of blood, sweat and tears | |
| I'm leaving this melting pot | |
| You come to stop me | |
| To convince me that I can't escape | |
| I'm tired of being your rat | |
| Armoured with reasons, threats and lies | |
| But it is much too late | |
| I'm about to unleash my wrath | |
| I won't accept this life | |
| A victim of your oppression | |
| To be enslaved and sell my soul to the other side | |
| Never be your fucking puppet | |
| I've tasted your fist | |
| And felt your whip burning on my skin | |
| I have dealt with the pain | |
| The more you hit the more you feed | |
| The anger boiling within | |
| Your failure I will sustain | |
| I've been your workhorse | |
| And now it's time for this horse to kick your head | |
| I'm pounding my way out | |
| So step aside, get out of my way | |
| If not you'll end up dead | |
| Or at least know what true pain is about | |
| I won't accept this life | |
| A victim of your oppression | |
| To be enslaved and sell my soul to the other side | |
| Never be your puppet on a string | |
| I won't accept this life | |
| And fall into a dark depression | |
| To be a slave, cast in chains, always forced to hide | |
| Buried under bricks of guilt | |
| I have tasted your fist | |
| I have dealt with the pain | |
| Rip my back with your whip | |
| The pain is my gain | |
| I won't accept this life | |
| A victim of your oppression | |
| To be enslaved and sell my soul to the other side | |
| Never be your puppet on a string | |
| I won't accept this life | |
| And fall into a dark depression | |
| To be a slave, cast in chains, always forced to hide | |
| Buried under bricks of guilt |