My need to push, to feel the rush Against the grain, to feel the pain Infect the mass, to make powers pass To the hands of the few
[Chorus] I am abrasive, we are abrasive Caustic push, feel the rush I am abrasive, we are abrasive We arise, your demise I don't need you in my way I don't need you in my life
It starts with this, ideas and fists Light the match, start the path Use this flame, end this pain Old as time, use your mind