Lletres: Running Wild. The Brotherhood. Detonator.

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Getting loaded, the heat is on
A bomb exploded, I'm getting hun
The body's raging, well, I see red
No more caging, 'til the hunger's fed

-Words of thunder, storm breaks loose
Now, going under, no way to move
I'm a flash of lighting, cracking to the ground
The heat is melting, release is found

T.N.T. is the deepest part of me
Dynamite, the stuff to get it right