Still in the Game - Siberian Meat Grinder

Life’s turned its back on you and your spare minutes are few

And your problems are eating your time

You’ve got distorted view, so now what are you gonna do

When you’re still at the end of the line

Grab it !

Your life by the throat it is yours to live day by day

Kick it !

The treacherous rat who is stealing your future away

Train yards, roads, and highways

I hear them calling my name

From the city lights to Valhalla’s fires

Count me in I’m still in the game

Break your rusty chain, go paint another train

Skate that shit it’s time to ignite

No pain, no gain, we destroy — not entertain

Start a band and join the good fight

Grab it !

Your life by the throat it is yours to live day by day

Kick it !

The treacherous rats who are stealing your future away

I raise the dead with a forbidden chant

Backhand slap you to life, bred, born, left, fed, suffocated, backstabbed,

blood red

Dagon media, they’re gonna feed on you

Sinister minister of the crimson empire of liars

Bodies of the infidels, purgatory fires, burned on sacrificial pyres

Optical wires embedded in the heads of his admirers

Assembly of the dark gods