- cifra
They tore me down
They threw me out
They shot my mouth
They enslaved my mind
They blocked my way
Holding me back with
Their stupid game
Hand on trigger
Phantom face
Don't trust no one
Always on the run
Eyes all over
Never safe
Virus like
Merciless
I left the row
Erased myself
Designed my plan
Now I revolt
I just say no
I do reject
And don't let it go
I serve the revolution
In a different way
My thoughts are radical
And I don't hesitate to slay
My way is fast
I hit and run
Won't leave no trace
I'm a sniper
The signs I set
Are painted
In deepest red
