No Choice Songtext
von Pale Misery

Dying streets of pleasure
Depression fills the air
Battlefields of whores and meth
Prisoners of despair
A crowded cage of animals living for their vice
Be fast or be killed cause living has it′s price


I've been left with no choice
I′ll kill to survive with no remorse
I've been left with no choice
I'll end whatever stands to break my grasp

Celebrate the ruined world for failing us again
Constant catastrophes pushed closer to the end
Living life is relative to what distorts your path
Make the active choice to take or suffer at it′s wrath

Void swallows all