Deep in the conflict Whole body braced for the impact Liquid melody soaked me Forced forward with Syntax Ducking and diving, see me weaving through heaving masses While vision is blurred, militant surge deep in the passage There's no escape, you're just a red mark my lazer paint Killer instinct sharp, just like the edge of a razor-blade The bodybag, squeezin' the trigger, the quick flash blinds Solo's seek peace when the last enemy flat lines Shellshock! [x3]
Call me the minotaur, cave dweller settle the final score Frayed terrorist, head fends for no mindless cause Raise tension, stress levels of violence soar Lest torture venomous methods of silence thwart A vetted army of weathered enemies might just swarm Stay sheltered, stray pellets enter vital cores Pray weather forgives, else render the night as scorned Braced venture, Beggars destined to ride the storm Ride the storm [?x]