Violent Tribe - Pretty Maids

Join the crowd of leaches

Outcast of the world

Gathered are the species

All the misfits of the earth

The subhuman nation

Terrifying scene

Second hand civilisation

Violent in extreme

All are we covered by blackened clouds

See how we rot from the inside and out

Hold on to yourself

Stick to your guns

Law of the jungle

The truth here is worse than the lie

All numb

Hearts made of steel

Fear for your life

Cause the violent tribe is for real

Culture of destruction

Dead society

Never turn your back

Cause you don’t know your enemy

Chaos and disorder

Like a third world war

Blood flows like water

In this stinking sour

Out here where life is worth nothing to some

Down in the gutter your second to none

Never close your eyes

Don’t close your eyes

Among this scum

In this miserable slum you’re alone

You cannot run you cannot escape

There’s no getaway

There ain’t no sanctuary there’s no relief

No way out of here

Children of aggression

Twenty first century trash

A terror vision

In your face

In your face

Kill for no reason

And show no remorse

Brothers in treason

Reject from the laws

Hold your spirit high