Texty: The Warriors. Ripped To Bone.

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I too refuse that empty dream
Born in caste with hope in hand
Locked in cage and told to sing
I?ll break the bars that break and bind me
I choke on the words
I can?t spit them out
I choke on the words
I?ll break your words before they suffocate me
Your destruction ranks second to none
Stepping on the weak. Always watching out for number one
My flesh is ripped right off the bone
to feed the mouths all but my own
All but my own
All but my own
All but my own
All but my own
I choke on the words
I can?t spit them out
I choke on the words
I?ll break your words before they suffocate me
Flesh ripped from bone
Flesh ripped from bone
Flesh ripped from bone
Flesh ripped from bone
Flesh ripped from bone
Flesh ripped from bone