London is divorced, wars are all around, you just need to survive under this rain
Landing fighters, with a gun again in battle, stardust just lies on the edge
Two Ferraris fly by on the road again, they burn rubber into the dust, like people are bleeding
The whole world has disintegrated, under half-life and if you're alive, prove it to the bastards
The magnificent sight of the explosion from the wheelman game
Scary look and flying hair on the background of fire