to make up the undisireable, mortal worthlessness,
we are the down trodden forgotten stains on the pavement,
the disfigured shadows cast by the moon on the hallowed cemetary grounds,
it is a shame that it had to come to this, but in the course of battle,
there's never time to worse the causualties of war,
only take action if you stand not by my side,
I have no choice but to assume that you stand against me,
and woe is he who dons the title of my enemy,
for their suffering will be eternal in the depths of hell,
which side are you on?
there's a was being raised on the streets as well as in my mind,
we must rise up, overcome and take back what's ours,
Ladies and gentlemen it gives me great pleasure to bring to you old school Twiztid.