A Luta Continua...

Now stuck in the cyber streets they once thought a money making matrix

Removing and fixing faces every day they take risks

Edging closer to face the charges every year they changing spaces

Suffocating, dying slow as the money bands titans on they very souls

Some have taken oaths to be stuck to the gold forgetting Midas rebuked the rights

Some morphed into ghosts to summon more demons that they couldn't hold

Evil is loose they see it every night so they abusing the booze is not an excuse

You won't think it's cap if you walk in their shoes

They have two situations, fuck or get fucked in different positions

OT is orientation, OB is observation