The Nature Of The Beast

So come one and come all to the crumbling walls of our city, now painted with red

As the stench of defeat emanates through the streets, is the life we once dreamed of now dead?

But we won't break, we will fight, we will storm through the night, enslaved to their game nevermore

With the locks on our cage broken off by the rage, now it's time to settle the score

We are the frayed, we are the torn