The Untouchables
Rise of the Untouchables: A Tale of Power and Redemption
Lyrics
We passed through hell
We have endured difficult times.
Through the fog of war and lies
We navigated through confusion caused by war and deception.
My brothers and I, shoulder to shoulder
My siblings and I stood side by side.
Covering each other
We protected each other.
And now we have become kings of these streets
We now dominate these streets, declaring ourselves rulers.
Self-proclaimed
We claim a position of power.
Untouchables
We consider ourselves invincible.
And whiskey flows like a river, mixing with blood
Alcohol flows abundantly, mixing with the consequences of our actions.
We pay for who we are
We face the consequences of our identity.
Do you know my style?
Do you understand my approach?
When the hands in the blood
When hands are stained with blood.
And there is no time looking back
We don't dwell on the past; we move forward.
This is our style
This is our distinctive way of life.
Our spirit is strong, but I don't know
Our determination is evident, but uncertainty lingers.
We're salvation or the plague
We question if we bring salvation or disaster.
Pain and thoughts
Pain and contemplation.
Behind the cold blue eyes
Concealed behind cold, emotionless eyes.
Hide it inside, let me be a liar
We choose to hide reality, embracing falsehood.
Lose control is not for me
I resist losing control.
But I feel, we can't get higher
Yet, I sense an inability to reach greater heights.
With a rope around the neck
Despite imminent danger, we mock death.
We laugh in the face of death
We find amusement in the face of mortality.
Money gives freedom and they also kill
We acknowledge the dual nature of money—providing freedom and causing harm.
But I owe no one
I am indebted to no one.
After they took away everything from me
Even after losing everything, I remain resilient.
Sometimes kings are overthrown
Rulers sometimes face overthrow, but not now.
But this moment has not come yet
This moment of downfall has not arrived.
Do you know my style?
Reiterating my distinctive approach.
When the hands in the blood
Hands stained with blood define our path.
And there is no time looking back
No time for remorse; our focus is forward.
This is our style
This is our enduring lifestyle.
Our spirit is strong, but I don't know
Our determination is unwavering, but uncertainty persists.
We're salvation or the plague
We question whether we bring salvation or catastrophe.
Pain and thoughts
Pain and contemplation.
Behind the cold blue eyes
Concealed behind cold, emotionless eyes.
Hide it inside, let me be a liar
We choose to hide reality, embracing falsehood.
Lose control is not for me
I resist losing control.
But I feel, we can't get higher
Yet, I sense an inability to reach greater heights.
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