Recreation کے بول

Your chains are broken your way is free Are you a conqueror, say to me A prison labyrinth behind your back At the lair of dogbees where they rack Investigators of human minds Tortured to death, you're still aliveYour proud heart, your greatest deed To commit a crime all they need Turn away a weakness; it's your recreation Don't finish the fighting against this aggression Infallible remedy never let down. Stand up and show who you are Milk-livered leaders, they fuck around Hearsay evidence, bloody hunt Getters of goldmine, the envoys of a king Jockey for position in their ring.