I will be ready 
Some violent day 
Nowhere to run 
Nowhere to hide 
Skys turn red 
Starts turning red 
Starts turning red 
Seeking, seeking shelter 
From the enemy 
A hostile war (made these)? extreme conditions 
It's not really where I want to be 
No, no protection 
From, from the air 
Lungs collapse 
Your oxygen low 
Filled with hell 
Genetics never tired 
Will grip you 
? lungs? 
Pushed to the edge 
You're all? looking 
You`re mine now fool? 
You (are the)? first 
Nowhere to run 
Nowhere to hide 
Nowhere to run