Whispers and rumours of a beach hidden below us The predictability of history Alright be ready be armed Have you heard this all before?
Nothing and everything is new Desire the paint brush yourself the canvas I can't help you These words are old yet the beach awaits
Pumped back in
The theology is alive but its lover is distant, our adventure is simple
Reunite these lovers of action and theory For ourselves your heart and the marvellous Steal, loot, plunder life and commodities Open the door to your heart!
Because it's time to love Trust in self, trust in action There’s nothing to prove
Destroy your objects they mean nothing like the future They mean nothing just like the future We are the threat and we're coming
Reclaim the sound of beating hearts The streets will be ours again. The streets will be ours again.