Ghost Guard

Hard tac riot gear

Ghost Guard


Go! 

Sleep tight my son 
Your daddy's off to war 
To be a man in these times 
Is to be hard core 

Sleep tight and well 
Your daddy's quit the crimes 
The streets became an urban hell 
In the shadows I am a loaded gun 

Shadow Point 

Fist in their face 
A thorn on their side 
I am a pestilence 
Lethal to this decrepit system 

Datastream rolls 
Their cluster falls under d.o.s. 
Bandwidth chokes 
Terabytes scream as systems crash 

Virus bombs 
Trojan horses installed at shadow point 
The war is real 
Black flag unfurled over the blue screen of death