War
They came prepared
We must conquer
We must walk through the gallows before we follow suit
The morning greets you, baby I would like to
See you in your prime, that's for having me in mind
Then I would never, ever have to
See you drenched in blood, still graceful drenched in blood
Burn the exit, bombs away
You tell me that I am wrong for liking the way your body shakes
So many bullets, too many days
We are the hunted, we are the underground
Night of the hunter, we are the underground