Recreation

Your chains are broken your way is freeAre you a conqueror, say to meA prison labyrinth behind your backAt the lair of dogbees where they rack Investigators of human mindsTortured to death, you�re still aliveYour proud heart, your greatest deedTo commit a crime all they needChorus: Turn away a weakness; it�s your recreationDon�t finish the fighting against this aggressionInfallible remedy never let downStand up and show who you areMilk-livered leaders, they fuck aroundHearsay evidence, bloody huntGetters of goldmine, the envoys of a kingJockey for position in their ring