Letras:Chokehold. Content With Dying. Conditioned.

To protect and serve to dictate and abuse, you make me hate you
You created me with your superior attitude
And you expect me to respect you?
And I wouldnt care if you died, right before my eyes
I feel no sympathy, watching your demise
And to side with you is like siding with the iron fist, and to support you, is like supporting a rapist
And I wouldnt do that
You made me what I am, you made me hate you
That's why it makes me smile when someone kills a pig or two