-Transmission Inbound-

Paralyzed, razed and demoralised
Held captive by the beasts we despise
Living hell, to whom do we tell?
No matter whom, they'll always sell us out, oh yeah

Oh....

  Running running running running; a-way; we go

  Finding some to fill a heart; that's gone ho-llow

  Running running running running; in deep we go
  Running to drown ourselves, but it's all shallow....

Fake the truth, if broken, break a tooth
If still not followed our head to the wall, they shoot
They dug it out, the resistance sprouts
Running with our spirit dampened, spread about, oh yeah

Oh.....

  Running running running running; from our duty call
 

  Destiny shouts out to us; to give our all

  Running running running running; can't say we di-dn't hear

  But there's no looking back; that's too much to bear

Got to kill ourselves, there's no other choice
They abuse the girls, to the army they drag the boys
No one's lived a good life, enslaved to torture
This is our memoir, our repertoire

Oh.... 
 

 
  Running running running running; just kill us now
 

  Or end this massacre; through any means; somehow.
 

  Running running running running; remember these in your brains

  Our lives in their hands, and so is the blood in our veins

-End Of Message-
 

Yeah.....its more like a poem. Maybe I shouldn't write dark poems for some time. But hey, what's the quote of "le livre?" you can use Google to know what I mean.

Yeah..... (￣.￣)