Generations digging graves
We got no face we got no name
We got no dreams to betray
We're just like you but we've something to say

Waiting for a storm
Screaming like a bomb

We are the revolution with no believes [bad word] as one with no snswers to deal
Coz' we are the black storm [bad word] to fight
Black Storm
No one is right

We got no mask we got no past
Our freedom is not dying fast
You gotta try to understand
We're just like you but we have nothing to sell

It's like a clock ticking in the eyes
There's something burning on the darkest side
It's like new blood on my skin [bad word] the storm to set you free

We are the enemies
They say that we got pain
We are the triple six
This war is not the same
We are the only way
To find another light
We are the bullet holes
And we never felt so right