Scene snobs? Fuck no! Open to all-friend, foe We're open, we're not closed And we're having fun at the shows RIX-much more than a crew RIX-we don
I'm the funeral attendant For the world's powers I bury every kind I'm the morgue attendant For the imperialists I bury what they leave behind
I'm not gonna enforce it Or tell you what to do It's my personal edge My edge on you If you drink That's your decision I'm not gonna turn it
The more you say you don't belong The more people you need to lean on Grab control of all your peers To use them as a wall to hide all of your fears
If hardcore's ever gonna be a real alternative It's going to have to deal with the real life of the kids "Fuck the system," and other old cliches
What do you do? You just consume Sit back and simply Let it roll in You don't create Only destroy Or amuse yourself With expensive toys There
I look at you All I see Are the things that Cannot be I'm trapped, I stare There's no escape All I can do Is look at you and wait Maybe someday
Forced, pressured Two paths to take Either one A painful mistake No clear-cut answer Only pain To escape the pressure I can't remain I have
Can we really feel it? The screaming pain Of the tortured millions With forgotten names All of our trials, worries and fear Seem so petty when compared
Fuck the masses Everybody does Fuck the masses It's what they love Fuck the masses For every cent Fuck the masses 'cause they're ignorant Capitalism
