Testo To Hell And Back

You've got a number so fuck your name
spoke in the wheel, pawn in the game

you're dying by design
you're living by their lies

food for worms trapped in a flag
to hell and back in a bodybag the stench of lies, it fills the air
traded all hope for despair

no one ever told you
no one ever cared
when it all came down
there was no one there