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