In the night,
the bullets fly,
as demented killers,
with black hearts and depraved minds,
search in the alleyways,
for their prey,
wanting a thrill in dangerous times,
wanting to see the blood spill,
wanting diamonds and dollars,
and wanting to buy girls who shout and holler,
killers who want to eradicate their competition,
and who want those numbed out worn out burnt out fools out of their minds,
the menial workers who are not really alive,
yes, in Futura in the night,
the bullets fly,
and bodies lay rotting in the gutter,
in Futura,
and the goal,
the cleansing of the city,
the eradication of humankind,
the mass extermination of the population,
the decimation of every human,
and their bonuses for cleaning citywide after getting it ready for its destruction,
and after receiving the money that comes with the death of the population and the salvation of the land,
from the eradication of the rundown city,
the city that blights the land and the city that is a bloody scourge on the eyes.