handsolo

We were born in the desert
We were reared in a cave
We conquered in the sun
but we lived in the shade
Yeah baby we were savage
we existed to kill
Our history is damaged
at least it was a thrill
But now we can see!
Now that our vision is strong
we dont have to admit we were wrong
Now we can see
but the images dont stick
Our enemies lay dead on the ground
and still we kick