It

Let the blood run from it's eyes
Let it suffer and die
Laughing when it cries
Let the sucker fry

Let it fry in hell
Asked, but does not tell
It was now been felled
It's soul I sell

Letthe sucker burn
Freedom It would yearn
Watch my stomache churn
I'll let it go in turn

In turn for not being mad
Not being sad
Not being bad
It was all I had