Weed out the weak

Now you'll listen to me

Chained at the wrists

Bound at the feet

Taste the fear

Blood sweat and tears

Run from your face

But you can't run from here

This is where the game begins

Die a coward or hurt to win

How far will you go

At the end of the line

What will you sacrifice

To stay alive

When your times running out

Will instinct over ride

This is natural selection

Only the strong survive

Witness suffering

Face the fucking pain

Torture chamber

Now becomes your grave

Tear your wrists to shed the blood

Or you will be left to rot

How far will you go

At the end of the line

What will you sacrifice

To stay alive

When your times running out

Will instinct over ride

This is natural selection

Only the strong survive

You lived your life in cowardice

Now you'll die the same

Another forgotten name

Now your time has run out

All pity no pride

Face natural selection

Only the strong survive

Weed out the fucking weak

Only the strong survive