Subject to Die
Death came in rubber boots A party of horror, squad of doom Rapings, tortures, and some impaled The town you built is now a tale Tears fall mixed with blood Schools with gone kids and bullet holes Devil’s playground, child’s play And always playing with empty shells (Subject to die) The sun of hope eclipsed by torture (Subject to die) Don’t know who’s next to die (Subject to die) A vision of despair, listen to the sound of fear (Subject to die) Nowhere to go, nowhere to hide Always with fear of what’s on their minds Trying not think about the losses But the sidewalks are always filled with corpses (Subject to die) The sun of hope eclipsed by torture (Subject to die) Don’t know who’s next to die (Subject to die) A vision of despair, listen to the sound of fear Subject to die Puente Terror and subjugation Until they are all gone (Subject to die) The sun of hope eclipsed by torture (Subject to die) Don’t know who’s next to die (Subject to die) A vision of despair, listen to the sound of fear Subject to die Ghost echoes of dead memories Whisper the story of a town held hostage, We won’t forgive, must not forget The stench of blood in the air
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 22, 2026