A bottle of lean
A gun in your jeans, and a little faith in me
A plane in the sky
But the only light
Stars at your fingertips
When I think that the cops
With metallic hearts could have been our brothers
But the uniform is made of iron

Each of these traps will make you grow
None of them will have made you pray
And I will be your empire
Stay alive, stay alive, stay alive

These colors, these flags
The sweat on your back
You do everything you can
Your head is priced
Your pride in your hands
You win in front of them
Put down that bottle
And tell me your sorrows
Yes, you matter to me
Yes, you matter to me, oh

Each of these traps will make you grow
None of them will have made you pray
And I will be your empire
Stay alive, stay alive, stay alive

If I feel that in you, everything changes
If they manage to take away your heart and your freedom
I will guide you on the road of angels
Stay alive, stay alive, stay alive

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