This is a song about "The philippines"

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Shade doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover

In the heat of the summer,

Enter the building through the window

My arsenal, makes for an awesome show

Reminisce the times and the laughter

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

Ain't that how black's do it, right

In the face of the outside.

From the bottom to the top

So i took another shot

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean