Nothings, unusually battle ground
No one's missing in place
This time around punching tickets
We don't want to go back
If it's one of our own we be there, soon
To the edge of the door
We stand behind to enter your place
We shakem down see what your doing
Do you have devices dwelling
You, runaway from what's coming
Made yourself a valuable target
Beams of Lights on your back
As the shooter makes zero point
How can you be the masters of destiny
Cold blooded hearts civilian targets
Bombs with straps around the chest
Your destruction is what I digest
Millions of faces in the crowd
Waiting for the shouts of freedom
Like a shroud of prayers
Another prayer in the hole
In the wall
Sometimes you don't see it coming
No one says a words in secret anymore
When everythings left in the open for u
The enemies' all around as you get down.