Fuck, the city streets are raining bullets

The wind of revolution screams: ";come on do it";

Hey, looking at this rawness upon us

Makes sick soldiers enter the darkness

Begin a circle around the center

Of power then break down the whole tower

The winner will be the man

That grabs the steel by the hand and pulls the damn trigger

I warn you when the worldwide weather report gets shaken

What-cha gonna do?

I choose to be deadly unpredictable

Earthquake weather forever

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