I Heard that gangs are like rumours
Spreading devastation
Travelling like a tornado.
Racing through villages, its path,
Death, fire and grief to all families.
Wrong place, wrong time,
12.00 day break in the factory.
It's a black day, all day and all night.
Floors are ripping up with fire,
I am running out,
Screaming
Bodies saying help, help!
This blazing building won't go without death and destruction.
Next day papers are popping up with
'CARNAGE CLAIMS LIVES'
