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Guerrillas
Warfare with a buck and a gun and a strong will
The centre and the order of a lifetime is fighting
No motion the system is static unfair soul destroying
Won’t kill just a man with a heart but the grinders
Our time is now
Standing one by one in the front and as we are fighting
Have a row keep the trust in yourself, and the gun is by your side
The elite keeps ruling
That’s the point of my anger
There is only one damn word
Just one arm against the blind
Call me extreme, call me a brutal mind
I’m not stupid I’m telling no lies
Call me insane, but I know my head’s intact
My rage is burning till I will die
Fight the war for your bro
Keep the gun by your side
The machinery’s got to die
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