(Instrumental)
Appreciation for life. But what life lives. Clined down with failure of mankind. Our mistakes are written in blood. Blood of everything that ever took
Born with a silverspoon in my mouth. Just teach me how to say please. To show me nothing is for free, that I have to work for my survival. This tradition
A piece of garbage. An old costume. That you want me to consume. Another words, another dollar. They all tighten my collar. More meaning than any product
Ax, ax, dropout, dropout
I mean what I say. But do I live ut to myself. The lath might be too high. And I have no one to blame but myself. I contain more then empty slogans.
Nothing fancy , nothing special about my fireworks. They just explode like I do. Like I always have. Thank God for aggression (or rather) Thank oppression
A barcode on my skin. A performance of life. An endless grin on a buisnessmans face. I'm screaming out my misery. And dwell in products I don't need.
Another thought rejected. This wall built around us A gorge in my mind. Wondering if I lost as I crouch in a corncer. A corner in my mind. Have I lost
My past caught up with me today. The pain and my wellbein. I'd say I haven't seen anything. There's nothing my parents haven't showed me. Not living
Standing in the corner watching us move. Can't you feel the hardcore groove? The music, the message take it to your heart. Watch us go wild as the music
Positive hardcore, the flame still burn. Can't describe it with better words. I love the people, the music, the shows. Positive attitude in our souls
A cold hand decided my direction in life. A made up hand tightende around my beliefs. This structure is my purification. A firm standing object pushing
Obedience to the life of opposition can easily be sacrificed for the dream. An answering machine and credit card will stream from success. Success to
I search an find nothing and I can't stop with anything. My brutal nature thow away by all attached harnesses can not bend. I'm a reflection that throws
I've got a number on my bracelet. I've got a name on a paper. Belittle my value on the account of avarice. And I am thought to be patient. It's an injection
