Black Friday.
Young girls and boys with black bands on their arms
The rebel has awaken, violence is the weapon
Civilians please make your way home
blood thirsty revolution is out in the open
Security forces, controlling measures
One makes a mistake, charges to dominate
Black Friday pounds upon him now,
They grab him together and rip open his jaws
Drops of first blood are scattered in the air
They open their mouth and taste the fear
Everyone in utter emotion, their eyes tell it all
Hands over mouth, kills the fear, its already begun
Its Black Friday, can you stop them now?
Its Black Friday, can you stop us now?
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