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.