I got this sickness chillin in me Drives me like a russian tank Disruptive actions Burned obstructions Walls desecrated I couldn't stop it cuz I don't know How to peacefully fight to be free You must be some kind of a genius Your carelessness I can see You're desecrated The social casualties surrounding me I must survive this fate Ephedrine dosage every hour Self desecrated There's no reflection Just shadows of our lost convictions Llet's constructivism reign Hacked transmission Rebellion remains No sleep 'til stalingrad