Christ, you will know my name when you begin to die...*
Blood, you will taste the blood coming 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...