• Nose dive into the land into the jungle
    His cell rings and rumbles
    He crashes lucky to escape hanging on rope
    Heart beats all because on his is hope

    Landing In on the roots im still trimbling for the crash
    Im still breathing so I better make this time last
    Laying on root waiting for star to be gone
    I pray for god to be dawn

    A trial to survive in this crewl area
    Hatred spreads like diphtheria
    My training based on my critera
    Russia the cold soviets
    This is not America

    Walking though the traps
    My only route on this map
    The Suffering I have pour
    With a Startled voice
    On to the road of 44