Extrema - F.Y.W.

(1st verse)
Slaves, soldiers are slaves
They have to obey
No matter what they think or what they say
They have to obey
And so they're slaves
But slaves betrayed, coz someone now is saying
You fucking slaves
Stand up obey
Fight for your fucking payday

(Chorus)
And let's swallow, sorrow, you don't know what's tomorrow
You live, to die, to follow
To follow me

(Spoken)
We fucking few, we happy few, we band of fucking brothers
For he today that sheds his blood with me
You'll die brother, don't lie to me
This day I'll die for you
I'll die for your greed so hollow
We'll think of ourselves like fucking slaves
And our blood will stain the land
You live, to die, to follow, to follow me

(2nd verse)
Blame
Please feel no blame
Just use your blade
Give me some justice
Give your pure hate
And you'll get your pay
You have to obey
From training days
What we gave you
The right aim
You got you aim
Spread out our reign

(Chorus)
Money's God and now you're gonna follow my sorrow
We don't know what's tomorrow
You live, to die, to follow
To follow me

(Spoken)
I've tried so hard to understand you
I wanted to be part of what was happening
I saw them having fun, but me not
It seemed like such a mystery
Almost terribly magic
Made me though there was something wrong with you
I'd look in the mirror and try to find me
I thought that I was ugly
And that everyone was looking at me
so I learned to be invisible
To look down, to avoid conversation
Hours, days, months, years
Working some job, just to have something to do
Did you ever get invited to one of my parties