.There's an address tattooed on the back of a young mother's belly
That leads to an old condemned warehouse on Ivy and Blaine
Where caches of our enemies weapons sit crated and rusty
Eagerly waiting a chance to be used in our name
And this is the shield
That protects their machiner.
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