There is a man holding a megaphone. So he must have been the voice of God. The bystanders claimed they saw angels. Flying up and down the block. Well, they must have been attached to wires.
Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe. There's people always dying, trying to keep them alive. There are bodies decomposing in containers tonight.
Tell me what you wanted to hear. Let me do the right thing. Let me do the wrong thing. And if it's ever this clear. . I will only say it once. So turn the amps way up.