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You creep down streets so dark, You duck so they can't see you. Silence, you're wrong you're judged Terror! The scent gives you away But then you hear the steps Behind! You know, you're doomed now They find you, no escape, orange and black surround you! You can't run, you can't hide. You know you won't survive, not this time, not this time! Orange and black, those who judge tonight. They are enforcers. They deal judgement for real. No, we're not fucking around No, we're not fucking around No! We're done fucking around! Run! You can't run! You won't run! Don't you run! If you run, you'll die tired and scared They own the streets, own police they're prepared No, we're not fucking around! No, we're not fucking around! Slow! From Letras Mania