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