dread the whorenndread the consequencennthe poor me's nnfall to their kneesnnbeg to the kingnnfor our lives to be sparednnit's too latennthe animals nnhad their tastennnnthey're hungry for bloodnnthey're hungry for morennwe can't get awaynnno escapennnnforgotten wishesnnforgotten protestnncan't hear usnnfrom his mountaintopnnit's our fleshnnthey'll keenly devournnthe willing pigsnnbleed us drynnnni can't stand for itnnthe streets reek of itnngood men died for thisnnthere lies your beautiful whorenndead in the streetnnno escapennnnthey're hungry for bloodnnhungry for bloodnnnnthe first to crynnis the first to diennkeep your sweet mouth shutnnbit your tonguesnncuz they fucking hear usnnthey'll hunt you downnnhungry for bloodnnthey'll cut you downnnthey can't get enough