Christ, you will know my name when you begin to die…
Blood, you will taste the [bad word] from your mouth…

Slaves go hand in hand to suicide…
When the silence speaks the loudest word…
Have you never asked the question: why?
Maybe silence is the blind man’s eyes…

Down, you get beaten down and never will you rise…
Cry, no you never cry, you let it pour inside…

Slave…