We've seen it all and even more
We are the toys in their hands,
So powerless and voiceless,
No future, no choices;
Our lives are their games.
We've been torn and thrown around,
We've been burned and smashed against the ground,
Nothing we can do but silently take
All the things we are given
By God, Man or Fate.

We know all the kinds of pain
And suffering we receive;
They do it again and again,
They play, we live.
We know all the kinds of pain
And suffering we receive;
All that they call a game,
Seems like there's nothing more that they can give.

We're all covered in stitches,
Pain is our history;
We've been relentlessly treated,
It's our curse we can feel.
We're all covered in stitches,
But our wounds never heal;
We drag our wretched existence
That seems way too real...



Lyrics submitted by eNscki

The Song of the Wretched song meanings
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