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

• Conspiracy Theories
• Earthquake Weather
• Enemy of The State
• Moving Through The Streets
• Order Through Chaos
• Pico-union Disctrict
• Show of Force
• Sick Dogs
• Street Platoons
• The Crazy Area
• The Winds of Revolution