Siberian Meat Grinder - Still In The Game

Life’s turned its back on you and your spare minutes are few And your problems are eating your time You’ve got distorted view, so now what are you gonna do When you’re still at the end of the line Grab it! Your life by the throat it is yours to live day by day Kick it! The treacherous rat who is stealing your future away Train yards, roads, and highways I hear them calling my name From the city lights to Valhalla’s fires Count me in I’m still in the game Break your rusty chain, go paint another train Skate that shit it’s time to ignite No pain, no gain, we destroy - not entertain Start a band and join the good fight Grab it! Your life by the throat it is yours to live day by day Kick it! The treacherous rats who are stealing your future away Train yards, roads, and highways I hear them calling my name From the city lights to Valhalla fires Count me in I’m still in the game I raise the dead with a forbidden chant, Backhand slap you to life, bred, born, left, fed, suffocated, backstabbed, blood red, dagon media they’re gonna feed on you Sinister minister of the crimson empire of liars, Bodies of the infidels, purgatory fires, burned on sacrificial pyres, optical wires embedded in the heads of his admirers, assembly of the dark gods Train yards, roads, and highways I hear them calling my name From the city lights to Valhalla fires