our demographics converged to an idealist contrasted estimate of birth...    on rooftops rehearsing our acoustic grassroots...   filled with sedition in every verse...    holding tightly to each implemented note...    as if revolution proclaimed this exact moment...    we approached the balcony to encounter it's mechanical advancements...    here we stood discussed against their onslaught...    in a statistic spectrum categorized by advantages...    unmarked sirens with tek 9’s at waistlines...   grenades screaming for contact at the spine...    these avenues have swallowed it's sidewalks...   vomiting submission from it’s grapevines...    and from afar our metropolis gained pulse...    it's machine parades in stars and colored stripes...   victoriously, with scoreboards declaring Armageddon...   while we accomidate the occasion with fistful drive-by...    a rock is thrown, through skulls shatered in Rome...   from a window of an apartment complex...   a matchsticks lit, now heres flames to inspire...    as we "Burn their empire with a cocktail's fire"...    the atmosphere brightened with arm's demand...   we unfolded our sydicalist strategy plans...    as humans, as lovers took eachother’s hand...   to never be forgiven...history will never be forgiven...    our uproar sounded in anthem as we charged at it's framework...   will never be forgiven...you will never be forgiven...    burns like charts from the G-8 conferences...    after we poison the woodwork that they've crawled under...    we’ll discover...and pull off whats under covers...       “Fistful Drive-by, it’s European”    by: Diego de Souza    Nov 8, 9 2005