Songtext von Cross-fire

Bullets, firing round after round Bodies, lifeless resting on the ground Death, rides with those black robes for hire Killing in the name of crossfire! Murdering with privilege and stood their stance No right to judge but still they had This aint justice (this is ) mere act of fools Rifles could never be a peace bringing tool Goons, for the government to hire Criminals, they are please to fire Peace, so fucking artificial Shoot'em down, bust'em up, as they desire Hundreds of round bring them down to their kees Torturing them to their death No where to run, no where to hide Die on your own if you can Legitimate manslaughter!