V.T.A. Nothin' But Enemies

Pushed beyond the limits
And knowing when to fight
The victim turns aggressor
From the never ending strife

Created by a bitter view twisted beyond repair
Driven by hatred, denying freedom
Continue to plague and pass it down

Blood up to your knees
The conflict won't cease
A death to pay your dues

Reapers calling for you

You cannot shake our will to fight

The victim turns
The victim turns aggressor

Violence, hostility, victims

Of our brute force