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Here they come again

I have a feeling they don't wanna be friends

There's no running this time

Is it considered a crime?

You think your goons can stop me?

Ill run through em'

Fuck your little possy

A vision for my justice

You sit and judge, judge eyes

The flashing lights

The fire burns

Yea you sit and judge

Yea you sit and judge

Judge eyes

The flashing lights

The fire burns

This building's coming down

There's no escaping this town

I am fighting through them all

I find my way in the hall

He stands still with the mace

with the look of death on his face