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We face all the guns. We fear the attack.
The blood-shaking, shattering, shock on the bone.
But this is the start. There's no turning back.

We take to the streets. We take all the flak.
We stand altogether. We stand all alone.
We face all the guns. We fear the attack.

We face the frenzy: the rope and the rack,
The tear gas, the taser, the targeting drone.
But this is the start. There's no turning back.

This is our future. Our faith mustn't crack.
The army is storming. The tyrant has flown.
We face all the guns. We fear the attack.

We shoot the coward. We're on the attack.
We spit on his body. We sit on his throne.
But this is the start. There's no turning back.

Our brothers are free, our sisters in black.
Our mission is power. Our methods are known.
We face all the guns. We fear the attack.
But this is the start. There's no turning back.
 
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