bad news hit me like a bomb by the enemy. all I want is vengeance even if it means the end of me. I'll do it for my descendants plus my pride won't let it slide for my father's honor there's nowhere you can hide. fear me secret bomber for I await our dance a symphony of answers where death strikes at first chance. I won't hide by any standards i'll keep it blunt if I might. blunt as the pipe you attacked with that night.