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