Letras:The Trews. Den of Thieves. Fire up ahead.

The storm on the street is an eye sore
That's leading the estranged to an old war
I'm scared of what the future has in store
I'm givin' all I got and they want more
It's got me lyin' and cheatin'
It's got into deceivin'
I'm so far gone I better believe in
All this dread

Fire up ahead, Fire up ahead
Air raid, Skies red
Fire up ahead

They hate you for the reason they love you
They wanna keep their voices above you
Doin' all they can just to hurt you
Treatin' every vice as a virtue
Chairman comin' in through the back door
Lookin' like the one who came before

The storm on the street is an eye sore
All this dread

Fire up ahead, Fire up ahead
Air raid, Skies red
Fire up ahead
Fire up ahead, Fire up ahead
Air raid, Skies red
Fire up ahead

Oh no no it's not sane X7

Fire up ahead, Fire up ahead
Air raid, Skies red
Fire up ahead X2