Lambs To The Slaughter
Most people take it they get pushed down
Bared out of their minds just hanging around
Make no decisions they out on a limb
Labelled and numbered prospects are grim.
Yeah its time to fight back
Yeah its time to attack.
Taken their pride is locked in room
Lambs to the slaughter your turns comes soon
Picked on and pushed they don't stand for their rights
When they come to they just out lights.
Corderos al matadero
La mayoría lo acepta, son empujados
Desnudos de sus mentes, solo deambulando
No toman decisiones, están en un aprieto
Etiquetados y numerados, las perspectivas son sombrías.
Sí, es hora de contraatacar
Sí, es hora de atacar.
Su orgullo es encerrado en una habitación
Corderos al matadero, tu turno llegará pronto
Maltratados y empujados, no defienden sus derechos
Cuando vuelven en sí, simplemente apagan las luces.