There are countless races in the world of warcraft, magicians and people, wars and countless
The city of mutants around, smoke and fire, this is a war of your own just don't touch
Again, our indie found something, got into trouble, but he left alive
Cars are flying fast around the city, everything explodes around because the speed is like hell
You look in the mirror, but apart from yourself you will see the city because it is me
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