**The Outcasts' Anthem**
Verse 1:
In this burning city, where dreams go to die,
We walk these streets, lost souls under a crimson sky,
They call us outcasts, misfits of society's design,
But we're the unwanted generation, rising against the crimes.
Chorus:
We're the outcasts, the ones they push aside,
Beneath this surface, rebellion's burning bright,
We won't conform, won't fit into their mold,
We're the unwanted generation, fierce and bold.
Verse 2:
We live on the fringes, in the shadows we dwell,
They can't break our spirits, they can't make us sell,
With our leather jackets and electric guitars,
We'll tear down the walls, ignite the revolution's stars.
Chorus:
We're the outcasts, the ones they push aside,
Beneath this surface, rebellion's burning bright,
We won't conform, won't fit into their mold,
We're the unwanted generation, fierce and bold.
Bridge:
Through the static, a voice cries out,
We won't be silenced, in this world of doubt,
The city's heartbeat pulses with our rage,
Together we'll rewrite the stories on history's page.
Verse 3:
They say our dreams are futile, that we'll never thrive,
But we defy their expectations, keep the flame alive,
In the underground, our voices intertwine,
Singing the anthems of the unwanted, forever entwined.
Chorus:
We're the outcasts, the ones they push aside,
Beneath this surface, rebellion's burning bright,
We won't conform, won't fit into their mold,
We're the unwanted generation, fierce and bold.
Outro:
So raise your fists, let your voices soar,
In this world of chaos, we'll rise even more,
The unwanted generation, the rebels of the night,
Uniting as one, we'll embrace our forbidden light.
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'So raise your fists, let your voices sour! In this world of chaos, we'll rise even more! The unwanted generation, the rebels of the night. Uniting as one, we'll embrace our forbidden light!'
The music sang through the radio all the way to its crescendo, and Konrad listened to every word in silence. Inside the tobacco hut, it was cold and dreary, and yet that didn't bother him. The smell of tobacco was always enough to calm his mind, even if the product here was synthesized and smelled rather stale.
Konrad's eyes flickered with each passing stroke of lightning. He had been waiting for quite a while now. The night was getting old. It wouldn't be long now before the clouds would begin growing brighter, and rays of morning sun would start to flirt through the storms. The tempests were bad enough to where they might continue oppressing the world below for a while, creating a mockery of the day.
Regardless, Konrad sat peacefully at the small tobacco joint by himself. The owner sat in his single enclosed stall, sheltered from the rain, watching a holo projector. Outside his enclosure, there was seating enough for five people, but most purchased their cheap tobacco packs and left. It was rather unique, finding a place like this, rather than simply buying one's smokes from a machine. It added to the charm, even if the tobacco wasn't that good.
There were many things Konrad could forgive, a hardy citizen finding a small means to earn a profit in this waste of a district was one of them. There were certainly worse ways to get by here. If he had been taking pristine tobacco and mixing it with this synthetic trash however, that was something Konrad wouldn't forgive. Thinking on that, Konrad supposed if such a thing had happened here, he would kill the poor shop keeper.
Another flash, another static discharge. Konrad remained motionless, merely puffing on his cheap cigar while listening to the radio, sometimes whistling alone with it quietly.
When he was notified of a mission accomplished, he let out a long deep breath, then sent a signal for his 'assistance' to retrieve the target.
He could've left after that. He could have left his hired associate there and never seen her again, but he wasn't that cruel. Most would withdraw and, if they were honorable, ensured the funds would get sent to the hired help through a proxy. But, Konrad didn't see the harm in sitting around, waiting for the succubus to leave the Exquisite House on her own. It was more secluded than his intel had suggested. That was definitely something he would have to correct.
In the meantime, he began doing a bit more research while enjoying his smoke in peace for a job long planned and well executed.