WITH DIRTY HANDS TO MAKE IT SHINE
DISGUISE THE PRICE TO KEEP THEM BLIND
STORY OF A YOUNG MAN 
HE BREATHES OUT DUST AND FALLS IN LINE
FOR A DAY HE SURVIVED AND KILLED THE TIME
THE LIFE OF A YOUNG MAN
AND HE TAKES A SIP FROM A NASTY VALVE
QUENCHING HIS THIRST IS THE SWEETEST THING
DRENCHED THEM CRACKED LIPS IN RUST AND MUD
SO TELL ME NOW, ARE YOU FUCKN PROUD?
FUMES ENGULFED HIS HOPES AND DREAMS
AND YES, HE KNOWS NOTHING BUT THE BURIED HYMN
WAKE UP AND LISTEN TO THE BEATING 
THE BEATING OF A POOR MAN'S HEART
ARE YOU PROUD?
AND WHO'S TO BLAME FOR HIS FATE
AND WHO'S TO BLAME FOR THE MISERY
AND WHO'S TO BLAME FOR YOUR GREED
AND WHO'S TO BLAME?

FEARTHEMWOLVES