Hands That Cup The Blood Of Innocence

Block off the road to salvation A payment to be made in blood Taking the rights of the infants Set fast asleep whilst you scoff With others lives do you gamble Not with your own or your kind Because the poor are a plenty A rat plague in your fuckin mind My life My blood Is not yours to take My life My kin Is not for Sale With others lives do you gamble Your blood your sons may deny When they find out your guilty Of robbing innocents of life My life My blood Is not yours to take My life My kin Is not for Sale