They ask why do we dress this way Live for now, don't understand today See the kids but don't hear what they say Close your eyes and look the other way
Talk about the problems today Give me my freedom, give me my say They wanna take away our choices They try to silence our voices But they can't take away
Why should go around and bashing one other if they look or think different, why let it bother everyone's got their own style, their own thoughts don't
Push around and stab each other fight around and kill each other fight fight fight riot riot beat him hard, beat him dead beat him harder, beat him down
Awash on the tides of city rain I flow through the streets and into the drains numbed by the gaze of uncaring faces try to offer my truth--but they drift
Better look out you've gotta move quick they're coming to get you uncle sam this is it this is the final war! this is the final war (x4) ... and there
The birth of man was the birth of hell the wrathful flames dance around my head falling figures, burning dead a well once filled with flowing water now
Hang out with me then you come and stab my back are you friend or foe? see me on the streets you walk right by me are you friend or foe? then you tell
Do you feel so betrayed? Like to dance that beat away? Hip-pop club guys look at You feel so free What can you do put yourself down You're a disgrace
They told me when I was young that I would change What I once saw would become like everything else The same - The open eyes of youth would close down
Four hundred years ago as enforced today, the barriers built then to reform undesirable prey. removed from civilization, reduced to depraved moles. once
Hiding your feelings yourself inside because you're afraid to express them and lose your pride but why try to be someone you're just not why keep hiding
From the East Coast to the West Coast Gotta, gotta, gotta go Two sounds of a revolution Gotta, gotta, gotta go In our hearts in our souls Gotta, gotta
I won't live your lies And I won't follow, it's my life Dissident towards the world Our movement unconvinced Of what has been force fed Confronting all
You--you raised your fist you were some real anarchist made a lot of promises to your friends you'd never let it end now--you just sit and stare like
So you hate your mom, you hate your dad you hate "the state" because it's bad but look at you, how do you rate? you're just as bad as those
Exposing you to my world Face judgement on my terms Paved into life by you No point in hiding the truth Fall of the parasite Explode, gonna bring it
In a world of made up heroes Broken promises and zeros I can't seem to see much worse than this I wanna know, wanna know what's going on Wanna know what