Fuck this trendy hardcore Your scene is a dying whore No interest in your purity Toughness, or the unity Where is the anger? Won't find it in your wallet Where are the ethics? Just crush them with a mallet
I'll do it myself till I drop dead Bunch of rich spoiled kids who don't compromise Who is the bastard? I want to be all you despise Cross me out of your fucking scene
Just do it wrong Don't want to belong I'll wave the black flag Even in my body bag