Recuerdos De Phoolan Devi

Playing a part in the conspiracy
This is something neo
Like a modern form of piracy.

The dream hit me so hard it felt so fucking real
They symbolized our ridiculous escape from mass opinion.

Liberate yourself!
She went out for the fight against oppression
The head in the crosshair
She never returned home.

Implied thoughts
This aint something romantic
And i fought
But this fight can never save anyone.

Weve got to buy spikes for my belt!
Thats freedom? Impressions of your sandbox revolution