Born seeking for light
Trapped on loosy trails
Hurted everyday on the road
You have to own
We are fast
We are loud
Kill the crowd
Fast and loud
We are fast
We are loud
Kill the crowd
Loud and proud
Struggle under oppression
Losing illusion on self
No one to help your fate
The road collapses
Feet sleeping on destiny
Your future is in your hand
Enough suffering
Time’s in your hand
Power and steel collars
Of the elder age
Knocking your ideas
Killing you slowly
Rising on your knees
Build your reality
No one to stop you
Fuck you!
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