Texty: Indk. Kill Whitey. In Decay.

Burned out buildings
Riots in tha streets
Peace is broken at the fault of police
Feelings rise
Cars explode
Crowds swell
Clips unload
Coming through the tear gas with a flare
Rag 'round my face and my fist in the air
Are we the only ones alive?
Renegades in a hail of suicide
Have I been sleeping all these years?
Fighting the dead in the dying years
They'll never take us; the renegade batch
Last one out throws the match