Shoot me down right now or always
Watch your mouth, keep it closed with seals
Kiss the ground they walk on or always
Just keep in mind they are aiming at you
They are aiming at you
We're not writing the history, we're just living it
And everyone knows that masterpieces have to end in tears
So we're setting off from the neighbourhoods we grew up in
And are aiming surely for the tragedy to wait a couple of years
Only got the red thread in Prada, otherwise lost it
While we reminisce innocence, even though we've killed it
'cause we only fold our hands for the symbolism
since only god can judge me, too much was said in the music
This shit, it's reality, we're not thinking of the future
We have to eat right the fuck now, so bitch; lie down
They designed the system, but can't run away from it
It's the music of a getaway vehicle, without hands on the wheel
I'm partisan-covered, you can only see my eyes
But I'm thinking like a hole in the head
Yes, thank god that I've got warrior blood
So no one can tell me anything
Shoot me down
Shoot me down right now or always
Watch your mouth, keep it closed with seals
Kiss the ground they walk on or always
Just keep in mind they are aiming at you
They are aiming at you
We're gathered here today, to say our goodbyes
to the wish of knowing the truth
'cause you remain from earth, but you know what?
I've got ashes in my mouth again today
So there's jihad on whoever's in my way
So I can get everything written in my fucking name
Working class boy in a mercedes worth a million
There's decay in my honor, 'cause my inheritance has been wasted
Even though it contains my rebellion
By filling gasoline in the bottle, when there's no more booze
It's molotov cocktails, oppression and Christianity
So get into the ranks and watch them
Shoot me down
Shoot me down right now or always
Watch your mouth, keep it closed with seals
Kiss the ground they walk on or always
Just keep in mind they are aiming at you
They are aiming at you
We're marching blindly to the red cross of Constantine
For personal gain, but claim it's to make you proud
Solidaric with the purpose of making a fortune
'cause I'm a junkie to the medias they push in the crowd
Like hectograms in the strained impacted ones
'cause we're so easy to control when we're stuck in something
So let's die ignorant
And blow the kneecaps of the interesting ones
Shoot me down right now or always
Watch your mouth, keep it closed with seals
Kiss the ground they walk on or always
Just keep in mind they are aiming at you
They are aiming at you