@Eshan2742 18 September 2020

Rhythm

Listen to the dictator Do we want to stay young? Weapons of justice, Don't be afraid, bloodshot eyes Thousands of bullet cops. We are young missiles Azrail became the face when the time came. Young Arun Jayagan Old head to wake up Song with fire spice. We are young fire Let the burning be oppressive that petni. We tell the truth Let's bring a new sun I will light a fire.