Back to the way of conquer
we ride to the chads and stacies
strike down no pity
we die for all of our brocels
blood spills from the victims
how ruthless we've become
cities turn to ashes
the incel rebellion has begun
Riding through the desert
the city meets the eye
cripping on you rifle
your vengeance is in sight
thunderbolts and lightning
are raging through the skies
who will save you now
when the lion is alive
Back to the way of conquer
we ride to the chads and stacies
strike down no pity
we die for all of our brocels
blood spills from the victims
how ruthless we've become
cities turn to ashes
the incel rebellion has begun
Riding through the desert
the city meets the eye
cripping on you rifle
your vengeance is in sight
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