Domestic recedes
No more given meat
We feast upon feces
To sharpen our teeth
No more must we suffer
By laying at your feet
Survival of the fittest
Among the
DOGS OF WAR
We’re one with the beast
To bleed and to breed
We run through the gutters
Of violent streets
Through red eyes we see
All instinct and death
We’re all headed home
By bristle and bone
DOGS OF WAR
Run with the pack
Watch for the knife in your back
So run with the pack
With a knife in your back
Destroyed by disgust
Of your social order
DOGS OF WAR
Set free from the cage
Now it’s blood thirst and lust
DOGS OF WAR
The streets have become paved
By vomit and blood
No rules for the damned
Come down from above
These crumbling cities
Are soon crushed to dust
Up from the dark
Rise the hell-hounds of lust