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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tom Araya
Tom Araya
Bass
Jeff Hanneman
Jeff Hanneman
Guitar
Kerry King
Kerry King
Guitar
Paul Bostaph
Paul Bostaph
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kerry King
Kerry King
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matt Hyde
Matt Hyde
Producer
Sean Beaven
Sean Beaven
Mixing Engineer
Dean Maher
Dean Maher
Engineer
Paul Forgues
Paul Forgues
Assistant Recording Engineer
Eddie Schreyer
Eddie Schreyer
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Despair, emptiness
See the hatred wasted on yourself
Face down taste the dust; it's getting harder every day
Just to find a reason not to end it all yourself
Suicide on the street
Everywhere around you watch it breed
It begins to bury you in self-induced rejection
[Verse 2]
So now you're wasted, broken down
I see through your ignorance
Penetrate the surface of your insecure inside
Next fix, shoot it up
Looking for the place where God speaks
Every time you find him he just stabs you in the back again
[Verse 3]
No one hears you
You're society's infection
I won't judge you
When the blood steals life from you
[Verse 4]
Cast down and thrown away
You are the living dead
The needle numbs the pain
Of all your suffering
This is where the world of money changes nothing
[Verse 5]
Just a statistic in the shadows of the real world
The system's failing you just the way it failed me
Hell is home on the concrete where the city bleeds
America—home of the free—land of fucking disenchantment
[Verse 6]
Despair, emptiness
Isolation rapes you every day
Face down taste the dust, digging deeper in your grave
Haven't found a reason
Haven't found a thing to fucking live for
Godless he doesn't care
How you choose to destroy yourself
In a world that feeds on hate
You're left here just to waste away
In your cardboard prison, asphalt wasteland
[Verse 7]
No one hears you
You're society's infection
I won't judge you
When the blood steals life from you
No one sees you
You're society's infection
I won't judge you
When the blood steals life from you
[Verse 8]
Cast down and thrown away
You are the living dead
The needle numbs the pain
Of all your suffering
This is where the world of money changes nothing
Written by: Kerry King
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