Like a mole in the crater or a hiding sable
With a radar and pager
There's a piece of paper on the table and we
Spin it around under the ground
Deep in the bunker - planning to conquer
Like a hunter with an earthbound
Thirst and hunger
A Burst of umber
Into reversed colour
Like a cursed number
At its first juncture
So we stich are blueprints
In which we see them movements
We don't want to have a symptom
Of a victim nor a evil villain
I'm off the streets a walking pilgrim
I've got wife I've got children
I've got mouths to feed a billion
Ya'll can't go like we gonna kill ya
Ya we all gonna go fall
Like a eagle eat fish Kraal
Sorry no English at all
I know it's not exiting
I know You're scared of dying
But how long can we be hiding
There will never be the right timing
I know a guy - WeiKing
He's Like a Viking King
He's an indirect lighting
Deciding on providing us with guns
So we could keep on fighting
That's my solution of Sigmund Freud
And my attribution to a sigmoid
Is the execution of negative humanoids
This ain't a revolution of androids
This is an evolution on steroids
With an echo void
While the enemy's paranoid
Cause their infantry wings aren't deployed
And much more things will be destroyed