Boysetsfire
Release The Dogs
In a moment of weakness they've gone for the throatPrayers answered for the ruling classes, and we swallowed them wholeHeads down and hands up our need for safety has been hijacked againThey've got their fingers on the pulse of our mourning with knives poisedDecide- right now -which side you're on, invest our freedom in failure by designHands tied with pleasure now we're choking on their cumGuided deception allegiance to a goalThat never mattered until they told us soBlowback has blown back into our face and ignited a warOn home turf between control and our free will lines are drawnRelease the dogs, they've picked up the scent, moving in for the killUnchained and hungry teeth ready to feastRelease the dogs
From Letras Mania