Humanity_DEhumani$ed

They say be careful of the wolves you feed, your wrong doesn't mean a right to me
I remember the pack I came along with, they say forget the past but you don't know what haunts between every breath
I've watched them fall down, stand up, died along, soldiers they've become
I'm fucking proud of where I came from
I don't wait for the wolves to come back for me, my own mouth was fed by my own greedy hands
I've made a home outta my own head
To battle outta to find a place to rest my head, buried with my own regrets
They'll use your bones for closets, I'll bury them in the grave or just leave them pissed stained
21 guns, salute when they find me dead
A great name to where the honor who took their system distanced
My own godness, I will only embrace