Testo
You're born into
You're born into
You're born into this shit
And you are what you are
What you are
What you are
You're born into
You're born into
You're born into this shit
And you are what you are
What you are
What you are
There's no such thing as growing up
Where the evil returns and repeats
Where rivers meet in lakes of mud
And the animals sleep through heat
And the dreams turn to morning sand
On the hills of the broken promise land
You're born into
You're born into
You're born into this shit
And you are what you are
What you are
What you are
You're born into
