Текст: Slayer. Seasons In The Abyss. Expendable Youth.

Gun down cold on a raw deal
Home turf my battlefield
In no ones way caught in a crossfire
Stray bullets can kill

Expendable youths fighting for possession
Having control of principle obsession
Rivalry and retribution death the only solution

Inured soul lies on the ground
Head blown off face down
Lying in a pool of blood
An accidental death homicide

Expendable youths fighting for possession
Having control of principle obsession
Rivalry and retribution death the only solution

Struggling to survive in this drug induced warfare
Having control of principle obsession
Expendable youth fighting for possession
Violence is only a friend

Expendable youths fighting for possession
Having control of principle obsession
Rivalry and retribution death the only solution