We roam the city streets, dead of night
Our 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

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