Tables flipping, fists are spinning
It's the revolution of another beginning
Heads are cracking, cups are spilling
You better start counting, 'cause we need some killing
People on the roof, that's some kind of a setting
Bartender's on the ground performing some begging
Glass in the face, the blood is dripping
All because the flesh is ripping
Fight to survive
Fight to survive
Fight to survive
Or die trying
Siren howling tires are squeaking
Here comes the mist and people are screaming
The air inside is getting thicker
This war is turning out into something bigger
Outside the scene, a wall is forming
rocks are flying and the law is strorming
The street is turning red and messy
life is lost
Fight to survive
Fight to survive
Fight to survive
Fight
Die trying
Fight, bleed, kill
No tomorrow only sorrow
If only god could safe us
Limbs are laying no one staying
This fight has turned us into...
living beasts