The smell of tension is in the air
the military are out in force
the rebels are getting ready
let the violence take it's course
Bottles full of gasoline are being prepared
rebels sniggering, we will have the ********
then off they go in masks and hoods
cocktails not for drinking in hand
causing havoc making a stand
on their turf their destituted land
Tension starts with shouting and jeering
perfect political engineering
they watch on cameras the melee
touching themselves at others dismay
sick is this system controlled by the lame
they are just playing blood lust mind games
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 3:35 PM UTC
The smell of tension is in the air
the military are out in force
the rebels are getting ready
let the violence take it's course
Bottles full of gasoline are being prepared
rebels sniggering, we will have the ********
then off they go in masks and hoods
cocktails not for drinking in hand
causing havoc making a stand
on their turf their destituted land
Tension starts with shouting and jeering
perfect political engineering
they watch on cameras the melee
touching themselves at others dismay
sick is this system controlled by the lame
they are just playing blood lust mind games
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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