Machete

Im here
unclear,
every single piece of hope,
ripped up and thrown on the floor
ignored,
white cars and fake plastic flags up in the air,
they don’t care,
boss pigs boss pigs boss pigs
hell hounds
hell hounds
doin rounds,
And I cant breathe, until their broken!
Woah
hell fire,
ignite,
you’re after me with «its your money or your life»
and I make your stand,
in a band,
fight like I got nothing to lose,
even if it aint true
you’re cruel
and the blood shall flow with a sharp,
Machete, machete, machete machete,
arruval arruval arruval DIE!
Im not free, Until you’re broken!
Woah
Machete, I got my, Machete