Оригинален текст
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