Raised up
Hunted
Starving
Left with the choice of death
A gun in your back
Pray for a savior
Terror on every path
They want you to cry
They want you to die
Run, hide, fight
There is no escape
Twisted game, there are no rules
A battle royale who will lose
Slow slicing by a dull blade
Limbs blown by the bombs
Faced with the metal rounds
Enter a shallow tomb
Your fate has been chosen
