There is a beauty, easy breeze
Dancing over our streets

There is a mind, easy coming,
Dancing with our souls in a time of hopelessness

There is still hope for those of beautiful mind,
The dancing souls giving life to our declining streets,

Where an easy breeze gives birth to free thinkers and warriors,
Raising our minds with a motion of force,
Raising our fists with a scream of powerful greatness,

The beauty, the easy breeze,
The blood of our streets,

Dancing to the beat of our minds,
Remembering those who died for our time

Call to arms, left or right, fuck em all
let em hang,
let the beauty of their blood on the streets forever remind us of the morning after.

There is a cold dancing like shadows over our dead brothers souls, our sisters golden minds,
Dancing away forever,
in our minds forever,

The blood that ones ran,
now nothing but a memory fighting to survive,
Our brothers and sisters souls,
now drowning in hopelessness,

The souls of our time dancing in decline,
The streets of our mind is searching for the beauty, that easy breeze,
The blood of our streets,

Dear future, look back,
Look for the beautiful minds, the screams of powerful greatness

Release tomorrow, the chaos,
Give us our freedom,

Take me to the beauty, let me hang over her streets with a breeze of forgiveness,
Let me free her so that my brothers and sisters might ones again live in our minds.

Let me show them that there is still beauty in this world,
there is still hope for you and me