Blood in, blood out Monday mourning heartache Dead end. A no through road Modern slaves in early graves Work hard and then corrode Can't afford to pay attention, You never had control Stripped you of your dignity, Already dug your hole Nothing saved, nothing gained Soon enough you'll realise that things will never change A reoccurring nightmare Sentence of broken dreams Promises that may not be the perfect life or so it seems Wolves rule not the sheep Let this be a reminder Take the heat or become meat And fed fresh to the grinder Day in, day out. What's the payout? Blood in, blood out. Where's the prize? Break in, break out. Where's the way out? Blood in, bled out. 'til you die. Can't afford to pay attention, You never had control Stripped you of your dignity, Already dug your hole Nothing saved, nothing gained Soon enough you'll realise some things will never change Some things will never change