Down between the steely grates. Beneath the sewer's smile. This city is our camoflage. The under belly's bile. The night is choked with rosaries. Black air so thick with hate. This street belongs to us tonight. Lost souls attempting fate. This is not the war. That we're looking for. In our living hell. We raise our fists and yell. We are the strong. We are the weak. We are the burned. We are the freak. We are the wolf. We are the lamb. We are the lost. We are the damned. Freedom is the coup d'etat. As sure there is the sky. Tonight we roam the underworld. Our brothers by our side. Beggars underneath the bridge. The fifty-gallon fire. The rebels are on 34th. Big brother's getting tired. As we live and breath. Force fed what to believe. In our living hell. We raise our fists and yell. We are the strong. We are the weak. We are the burned. We are the freak. We are the wolf. We are the lamb. We are the lost. We are the damned. We are. We are the damned