They say that you should be proud of your roots,
How can I be proud living with this filth?
Oh god, release me from this town I call home,
Release me from this, HELL!
Where hatred has bloomed and the egos have consumed,
Release me from this prison in which I can't escape,
Release me from this living hell.
I can not stand another day,
Living with this filth living this way,
I'd sooner be dead.
I can not stand another day,
Living with this filth living this way,
I'd sooner be dead.