They say that you should be proud of your roots, How can I be proud living with this filth? Oh god, release me from this town I call home, Release me from this, HELL! Where hatred has bloomed and the egos have consumed, Release me from this prison in which I can't escape, Release me from this living hell. I can not stand another day, Living with this filth living this way, I'd sooner be dead. I can not stand another day, Living with this filth living this way, I'd sooner be dead.