 Stranded on the front line, I shine through the dumb and blind. It comes time I take back what was once mine. Punch time in the first quarter, from the worst slaughter. There was poison in the birth water. The earth draw the rest ahead of my chest. Through the struggle, we cuddle on the half moon crest. While oppressed, plant fear and exploit the gun blasting. Central broadcasting is shackling, nerves are unfasting.