what good is a soul, that will not get you into heaven
she's way too tight at night but loose when the rooster crows
The battle inside, took the fight outside
Shields and clubs mass in pretty rows, masked
Screams, smokescreens, rubber bullets
Handcuffs of silence, broken in violence
Rage flows rapidly from the bodies of people
Red dark claiming its puddles from the street
It's a riot, come on and try it, from within
Watch the rage take rapid exit from bodies of peope. It's a riot, come on and try it. Its breaking from within, suppressed, out of the woodwork, cranies and nooks, by hook or by crook, you will retaliate.
