I am a cripple - and I am laughed at
I am a lonely animal in the dark night
I am a cripple - and I have awakened
by your lonely greed in the dark night
You take the stick - and, enraged,
you drive the lonely animal into the dark shaft
You hold the stick - and, fired up,
you kick the lonely animal and the mob laughs
Press your boots into my face
But your boots - I don't feel them
I am a cripple - and I am laughed at
I am a lonely animal in the dark night
I am a cripple - and, unguarded,
I am the lonely object of your hollow slaughter
You raise the stick - and, enraged,
you show the lonely animal your apathetic might
You swing the stick - and, fired up,
you beat the lonely animal until its skull cracks
Press your boots into my face
But your boots - I don't feel them
Make your decision, bastard
Forget the crowd - they have already chosen
Make your decision, bastard
Forget the dead - they are already counted
Make your decision, bastard
Forget the crowd - they have already chosen
Make your decision, bastard
Forget the dead - they are already counted
Press your boots into my face
But your boots - I don't feel them
Make your decision, bastard...