Red Tape
Stalingrad
I got this sickness chillin in me
Drives me like a russian tank
Disruptive actions
Burned obstructions
Walls desecrated
I couldn't stop it cuz I don't know
How to peacefully fight to be free
You must be some kind of a genius
Your carelessness I can see
You're desecrated
The social casualties surrounding me
I must survive this fate
Ephedrine dosage every hour
Self desecrated
There's no reflection
Just shadows of our lost convictions
Llet's constructivism reign
Hacked transmission
Rebellion remains
No sleep 'til stalingrad
From Letras Mania