We are sheep without a shepherd
Raised up only to be slaughtered
Non-existent is hope for a "savior"
Worthless are things we ask in prayer.

Two choices: "Fight" or "Idle"
Take your pick before the battle
You can wait for death or freedom
Or be the one who breaks from the cattle

Don't try to run, we're going nowhere
We're cornered; They don't care if it's fair

The time for choice is of the essence.
Believe me, I'll make known my presence!

I've made up my mind
Don't dare dissuade me
The list of what's left is nil and empty
Even if my death is for nothing
At least I tried to quell my own bloodlusting!

Whether or not it's fate we die here
Trash your soul, and welcome no fear.


A/N: Just something I wrote when I saw the first opening.

This is just my version of what I imagine the words to be when I hear them (even if they're more likely than not to be dead wrong).