The movement is dead, we need a resurrection

Erase the market and erase the labels

Counter culture in designer jeans

Rebellion in the high beams



Revolution isn't so obvious

This art has no name



Take your places, social ladders and high horses

Spit your rumors, spit your shit

Our condition is calling for compassion

Our tired bones are aching for change



We owe it to each other

We owe it to ourselves



We need a safe place out of the aim of the ashes

There is action in our architecture

We are not damaged by design



Carry on with your pre-death post-rock

I'll be drinking with the hip hop kids down the block



This pen is a weapon

Your voice could be a threat

I say keep music dangerous

I say keep it all dangerous