Karma to the leader who spits fire,
power to the unsung and the fellow youth.
Karma to the selfish king who's hungry for credits
power to the silent minds who makes it happen

Kudos to the spirits who never raised a flag,
One's who move to ****** the corrupt and the imagery.
Down the castle walls of greed and mainstream barracks,
Time will evade the white cloth into jet black.

Power to the youth of silent hearts and quiet souls
Never surrenders naked in front of a blistering snow.
Time is the weapon, the rule is very sober.
In time you will rise, and dethrone the master