New Mexican Disaster Squad. Abrasive Repulsive Disorder. Born And Razed. Zeneszám

Born Razed! Born Razed!
Into a hole
Where things are a blur
And nobody cares
Not even the heirs of this shithole!
They say we gave you life
But they gave us a wreck
There ain't no future to strive for
There's just a void with no encouragement and ties too tight!
It's no wonder we turn out the light now
We turn out the light now and we're set up to fail
We turn out the light now and society's stale
Razed our lives!