Unbound (Cross The Line)

I must be the worst creep that ever lived into this world
There’s no bad thing left about me that I haven’t heard
You made me understand I’m worthless so I’ve lost my self-esteem
They’ve torn off all my whishes so that now I can’t even dream

Hate!
Violence!
Murder!
Suicide!

I must do the things they want me to and think just how they say
Must give all that I possess but there’s nothing more to pay
They’ve granted me the freedom to be a puppet on their strings
They’ve chained my soul and trapped my mind and this is what it brings:

Hate!
Violence!
Murder!
Suicide!

Yeah! Here comes the day when I’m born again and I open my eyes
After one so deep silence my hate so loud, loud cries
Today my strings are cut off and all I feel is wrath
I’m with my brothers in hate… Beware now! We’re off!