Texty: Soilwork. A Predator's Portrait. Bastard Chain.

Searching for power, who is to blame? You weak little bastard - bound to symbols of pain, Hiding in shadows, a pungent smell, You haven't decided your own fate cause your story of life is too bitter to tell, Your dying eyes with a coward's reflection, Heading for the true direction, forward to die!

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Bastard Chain, with souls so lame, the bastard's chain
Bastard Chain, with souls so lame, A bastard's chain

So you say your mind belongs to them? - Turned upside down again, and again, Feel ashame, feel ashame, yourself to blame, yourself to blame - Only yourself... Only yourself you can blame! Only yourself you can blame!

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Helpless, you will devour, everything that comes before your eyes, Citizens of restless power, never let your scorn rule your fate... Your fate!.. always dragging you down, to the ground, a disgrace, a disgrace, your "master race", your "master race" - only yourself... only yourself you can blame! Only yourself you can blame!

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Hey! Won't you tell me your name and justify your way of thinking, Walking the stairs of the manipulated ones - only yourself.. only yourself you can blame! Only yourself you can blame