We are all gathered here on the verge of thankless years,
To find out why we're lost.
And I don't think It's wrong if you find out where you belong
And you want to run from here.
Pak Sao to Chun Choi, we're here to destroy.
This is a freakshow.
Little man you better run.
While the cats are away, the mice have come to play,
Among the ruins of hope.
That many people can't be wrong,
They've been fighting you for so long.
Now you better run from it.
