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WarriorsWe roam the city streets, dead of nightOur minds are drawn to the dark Gloomy figures around the streetlights Casting shadows on the walls Something is stirring up a tension on in the air We walk the backstreets to avoid the light Our minds are set to survive We're deep behind enemy lines But will not stand to be confined By the power in the numbers of the hunters on our tail We won't go down One night on the run One chance to bring it all home One night in the city One chance before it's all gone Among the black, bats and the city rats We gonna breakaway We are the warriors We are the outcasts, forever banned Crawling up from underground There's a cold wind sweeping in As we make the final run Feel the strikes hit from the whips across our backs But we won't go down |