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Now it's time to open up the bunker doors
Now it's passed the war
We've been in here so many years
Protected by our friend the pen

Protected by our

Of death bell tolls for 120 million
From the first two clashes
Now weapons manufactured
To the tune of over 400 billion
By number three the opponent unknown

down to a barren land
Felt the spirit from far away come to lead me by the hand

Will you hold on when the trouble comes
Will you get back down and shoot

With a primal competitive temper
Beauty's a luxury rivaled
Only by not a bang but a whimper
By trade I once was a florist
Now my skills are a trivial

by our 
World's disorders... 
(Enchanted) 
There is no other 
Like yours truly 
Masqueraded 
Under bunkers 
None will ever 
See the 
Mastermind

of ice 
What is left? Nothing not fake 
Voiceless, blend in, get by
How am I doing at six foot five
My breath stalked with watchful eye
I can't move my

Anna
I didn't know it then
You kissed me in your bunker when we were ten
Anna
Wish I could understand
Why I'm always the last one to get it
Anna

by the same people hurting, a whole lotta us
Now who's the monster
Divided and they conquered put up prices for your bunker, you a jail cell payment

When a storm hits, I wonder
Would you come to my bunker
Or keep chasing more thunder?
Cuz I've been burned enough it's nothing new

I'm not trying to be

Nip all joy in the bud
'Cause you cannot gain your own
Meanwhile you can't see
The bunker you built came a prison for you

Educate us - after you

Who consistently is a monster, paid by the system
Set up to prosper on victims of the history, situating as property
People that are melanated so

work

Just step through the door 
Come little bit closer
This never ending dream

We're in a bunker
Why you're smiling sad my friend? 
Aren't you safe my

the death
Trying to survive
You just can't get away
He's no winner, he's a foe
Total destruction of innocent souls
Breaking human laws, killing by orders

Fact is you judge a book by the cover
Don’t know the half
Just know I’m bad
And that’s word to your mother
To photograph

Chorus :
Said I ain’t on your

the move
I said
I don't got no hands
To be romancing with no boo
I could tell by how you stand
You ain't no man
You just a fruit
If she really tryna dance

to SNU, that's right
If the task was last to
Get backstabbed by a pal
You wouldn't make it through the night
When I feast, I don't need a suit and tie

and paraphrase

No backsies, fair trade
No driving from the back seat
Get ready for the air raid shockwave
Take fate by the reins and then burry the waste

tucked away, hunkered in a bunker underneath my conscious, waitin'
Growing defunct like a dud grenade
I'm just skating by, it's tough to say if I can stay

A torn off ear in every garden
Where girls like me exist in constant fear of being poisoned by the old lady upstairs
Beyond my busybody vision pale window

The White House in the background
Screams in bunker bitch
In the key of pasty white sorority chick
Southern pride dixieland
Not fried but water baked chicken

allure
We're not the Bunker twins
We are the Godinos
We are not from Siam
Nah, we're Filipino
Different set of twins, next of kin
We're the truth
They

Everyone will be impressed
By our very cool machines
They demolish our fears
Marching on the bloody square
Sinking low in this despare
You will die due

with cash and guns

Drunk on power for too long, let's speed up to the part where you kill yourself in a bunker

Make Orwell fcton again
There is nothing

Surrounded by these people that I do not care about
Exchange our pleasantries, I watch your spittle spraying out
I always drop my smile the moment