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Pyrotechnics are busy virtue breaking

Regime time bombs are ticking

By those blinded by signal flares

The minute warning shines

Highly pitched, too high

For sensitive ears

Sixty seconds wanes, midnight’s bell blares

One shot fires from a wooden bow

Explosive arrow dashes for miles

Past skyscrapers, museums

Dance clubs, all styles

Through and through

One explosive arrow lights the night

Over the zoo

 

Run for cover, arrows are exploding 

Of Riot, The Giraffe’s in flames

Of Riot, The Giraffe is burning

Of Riot, The Giraffe’s in flames

Of Riot, The Giraffe is burning

Rebel [verb], Rebel [verb]

 

Target acquired

Run for cover, the arrows of the admin

Are exploding at will

Arrow ignites the tower

Its rays shine as bright as sunlight

Collapsing it into thin air

The tower showers

Falls by one explosive arrow

Target destroyed

An abyss in the skyline

Will be visible for hundreds of years

Destructions perfect time sequence

The night, the lighting of the Giraffe

 

Run for cover, arrows are exploding 

Of Riot, The Giraffe’s in flames

Of Riot, The Giraffe is burning

Of Riot, The Giraffe’s in flames

Of Riot, The Giraffe is burning

Rebel [verb], Rebel [verb]

 

Night walkers pick up and run

Flood the streets, ransack the storefronts

They’re getting their kicks with licks

Throwing rocks, sticks and bricks

Molotov cocktail, it has all gone wrong

The giraffe is burning

The soldier’s guns are singing

The need for peace and silence

Has brought initial violence

Causes many to swear and bear arms

It will wear and tear

The giraffe’s burn, a revolution born

 

Run for cover, arrows are exploding 

Of Riot, The Giraffe’s in flames

Of Riot, The Giraffe is burning

Of Riot, The Giraffe’s in flames

Of Riot, The Giraffe is burning

Rebel [verb], Rebel [verb]

 

Giraffes with necks reaching for stars

Wooden bow raised and fired

Explosion tears through the air

Flying across the empire

The tower’s gone

Everyone’s tired

Revolution born looking for a solution

Evolution the desire

The giraffe’s afire

Burns at the sound of a gun 

Into ash, darker than the midnight sun

The explosive arrow eclipsed the stars

And the moon

Ignited the revolution  

 

Run for cover, arrows are exploding 

Of Riot, The Giraffe’s in flames

Of Riot, The Giraffe is burning

Of Riot, The Giraffe’s in flames

Of Riot, The Giraffe is burning

Rebel [verb], Rebel [verb]

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