Текст песни Being Called Disaster

Being Called Disaster Dark rebel night No light in the sky I grab my guns And start the engine Night rules, freedom taste Wild and craving heart And you blast everything for Ideal nothing Through the city on the run Crash, blast, fight and fun Got the people down? Got them scream and shout! Fear, fear, fear! It's my air And I demand it! And I get it! Here I come, fast as hell My beast and I - we are as one I won't think before and never after The instincts lead to damage done I've got my guns And my monster hotrod car I've got my fun to hunger for I'm being called disaster