1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4. . Here we go with politics. It's so fucked it makes me sick. He's a socialist, you're just thick. . Tell me you're an anarchist. What's that swastika in your fist?.
Pass away the hours. Hear the footsteps of the past. Walking up the stairs of time. Knowing that I'm trapped. . The cold winds of indifference. Persuade a movement south.
Fight for your country. Fight for your life. Days are numbered. Soon dismembered. . Ultracore, ultracore. We don't wanna die in your fucking war. Ultracore, ultracore.
Several times I've tried. Everything to make you feel alright. (Turn it around). Is anything working?. (Turn it around). . Several times I've died inside.
Well, you get up every morning. And you see it's still the same. All the floors and all the walls. And all the rest remains. . Nothing changes fast enough.
People talk of anarchy. And taking up the fight. Well, I'm afraid of things like that. I lock my doors at night. . I don't rape and I don't pillage. Other people's lives.
I never look back at it but it's always in front of me. It's always worth the hurt but I know it's hurting me. I'll never let go of it because it's all that's going for me.
I hear some news, I read the words. It's different every day. I get my thoughts from a letter that's lost. That someone threw away. . It says, "Don't give up, 'cause you can't give away".
I'm running out of time this time. This time I can't be late. I've got to find my destiny. Before it turns to fate. . I feel so insecure, I feel so all alone.
Is it sensible, life is what it seems. When you're living in a dream?. Could you care enough while pausing on a thought?. Can you think of what you've got?.
You're a student of the world, learning every day. Surrounded by these walls. You tell me, "Man, I've been around the block". But you haven't seen it at all.
I can't tell you what's coming here next. 'Cause I don't know for sure. It could be good and it could be bad. I don't know for sure. . I guess that I'll continue.
We've got guns at my school. You've got guns at your school. Guns and knives taking lives. Fuck you. . Every time it's a different story. When they come to our territory.
Walking towards the boulevard. She's studied it all before. She buys herself a seat. And sits on the floor. . She's taking in a picture show. She doesn't know where to go.
Can't explain the way I feel. It's all so clear, it's all so real. Some kind of game, they're all the same. Don't need it 'cause I'm always to blame. .
Avalanche looms overhead. Airplane flies overhead. Important man sits by the window. Sucked out of the first class window. . Images run by, thousand miles an hour.
When I was younger, worrying about it. Trying to make these decisions for myself. Then I go on to ask myself what's right and wrong about it. And I don't really know what makes it, ask yourself.
Got these little pills. To curb your appetite. Take a couple of these. You'll be up all night. . I can scream, I can jump, I can shout. I can tear the whole place down.
The most intense of burning hells. Blasting expectations into smithereens. Never feeling normal, can't accept the truth. Resign myself to hating it, I hate it all.
[Originally performed by Husker Du]. . Something I learnt today,. Black & white is always grey,. Looking thru the window pane,. I'm not inside your brain..