To Hell And Back

You've got a number so fuck your name 
spoke in the wheel, pawn in the game 

you're dying by design 
you're living by their lies 

food for worms trapped in a flag 
to hell and back in a bodybag 
the stench of lies, it fills the air 
traded all hope for despair 

no one ever told you 
no one ever cared 
when it all came down 
there was no one there