Lights are running on the walls Shining through the glass left and right Behind a brawl comes quiet and stalls
Moving again this time it seems Probably nothing worth a fight Maybe someone's been dodging beams ? Once every cat has got his bite This all will surely settle down
Red, blue, shadows on the walls Don't put a finger on your phone Pull down the curtains Shut the lights After all you got yourself A better hole to dig Don't you ? Some good leather to lick A good coward Will earn your name It's probably too late For you
What do you do when the fascists have all the weapons ?