Recreation

Your chains are broken your way is free
Are you a conqueror, say to me
A prison labyrinth behind your back
At the lair of dogbees where they rack Investigators of human minds
Tortured to death, you're still aliveYour proud heart, your greatest deed
To commit a crime all they need

Turn away a weakness; it's your recreation
Don't finish the fighting against this aggression
Infallible remedy never let down.

Stand up and show who you are
Milk-livered leaders, they fuck around
Hearsay evidence, bloody hunt
Getters of goldmine, the envoys of a king
Jockey for position in their ring.