歌词
When death becomes a feast
the human essence shows its real face
When human beings become puppets
the audience is pleased
The fight is over
and you're back in your cell
waiting for your next opportunity
to live or die in the sand
What's on your mind
when the only way out is the fight
when blood flows into your muscles
for the purpose of being a death machine
and finally
being killed
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