It was a cool winter's morningSomewhere shortly past 9 amThe only car they wanted to the heist wasn't comingSo instead they went for the bankThe fateful duo that sat in the getaway carThe police sedated with thousands of milesArmor piercing for the automatic weaponsThe police arrived torn out on the groundBaptized in a firefightHot blood running cold as ice44 minutes of target practiceAll hell is breaking looseOutgunned, watching the porchDrawn to a firefight with a pocketknifeThey stood until they saw an Achilles HeelAnd it brought down the beastThis was an accident waiting to happenIt wasn't if it was happening, it was whenThe city's people sabotaged themselvesCaught in the firepower and the expenseThe two most violent men it seemed couldn't be stoppedThe standard police issued guns were just not enoughBut SWAT arrived to settle the fightBetween AK-47 and AR-15Baptized in a firefightHot blood running cold as ice44 minutes of target practiceAll hell is breaking looseOutgunned, watching the porchDrawn to a firefight with a pocketknifeThey stood until they saw an Achilles HeelAnd it brought down the beast poeta ? Porque voce e tao estranho, solitario?Mente agucada nas palavrasParece criar mundos perfeitosem suas belas palavrasVejo sentimentos imortalizadosnos coracoes das palavrassuas palavras e sentimentos batemno meu coracao magoadoCria mundos sem saber,pessoas ficam paralisadas com o que leelas le o que precisamsaber o que nao sabe para viverMundos distantes, um coracao giganteSeus sentimentos sao extremosE sua alma, inconstante.Sera que o pequeno poeta e feliz?Vejo tristeza nos seus olhos,doces gotas caem levementeno seu rosto macio,no seu rosto doente.Sera que o pequeno poeta e feliz?Palavras sao a sua maior companiaElas sao as unicas que o entende.O seu mundo estranho, e inconstanteSera que o pequeno poeta e feliz?Facilmente dominado,seus sonhos o atormentam,seu coracao quase sempre magoado.Voce e fraco, poetaSuas palavras parecem sonharMas e facilmente dominado,por um simples olhar.Voce e fraco, poetaVoce nao tem sorriso proprioTem muito medo de viverNao tem nem amor proprio.Voce e muito fraco poeta,nao consegue viver nesse mundonesse mundo real, realidadeso quer viver no seu mundo de sonhos.Voce e sonhador, poetaSonha para amar, sonha na esperancade encontrar um coracao a amar,na esperanca de realizar todos aqueles sonhos,que um dia veio a idealizarPoeta, voce pode ser fracomas tem honra no que tem a dizerNunca sera um domador,sera sempre um sonhadorE para sempre, criara mundos paralelos,de dor, e pricipalmente de amor... Sera que voce e feliz...poeta? People going nowhere, taken for a rideLooking for the answers that they know insideSearching for a reason, looking for a rhymeSnow White's mirror said "partners in crime!"Don't they ever have to worry?Don't you ever wonder why?It's a part of me that tells youOh, don't you ever, don't ever say dieNever, never, never say die againSunday's satisfaction, Monday's home and dryTruth is on the doorstep, welcome in the lieAll dressed up in sorrow, got no place to goHold back, `till it's ready, taking it slowDon't they ever have to worry?Don't you ever wonder why?It's a part of me that tells youOh, don't you ever, don't ever say dieNever, never, never say die againDon't you ever say dieDon't you ever say dieNever say diePanic, silver