Скачать или смотреть KaiDekA Ulcers where the iron ground

never fall down to proud to beg or borrow sipping on the sorrow of the folks that pass by and wallow
hollow gestures cold dead eyes no relation to my struggle or need to sympathize
realize I am more than the rags that you see and the failure you walk by on the windy street
more than just a man but you will never see that whats growing inside of you used to be me

we are not the broken ones, we are not the warped of mind, we are more than you give credit
unafected by your ways of life
you look at us through tinted glass, while menials kiss your ass, they say that slaves are never free
but whose the slave you or me
whose the slave you or me whose the slave you or me whose the slave you or me whose the slave you or me

we are not the wasters you see that you are nothing with out me, I use me as a meta for the
disenfranchised at your door

Chorus

We are the slaves yet we are free, The shackles placed you no longer see, we control our own destiny
we break the chains, now let us breathe