الكلمات الأصلية
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In the city where the Sun hides and the damn vigilante lurks
Run rabbit, escape from death, no time to play it coy
Your blood in the snow, a trace of fear on your face
They will hunt you down, no mercy in this chase
Undercover in the darkness, they're searching high and low
No escape, no surrender, their grip tightening as they go
The beat of your heart, a metronome of dread
The shadows of the night, closing in ahead
Rocking to the rhythm, the electronic symphony
Hard as steel, the pulse of the city
Pop, pop, the sound of a gunshot
In this twisted game, there's no way to stop
