The game is over. Damage is done. Fuck you for. Playing along. Break through the surface. Only to suffocate. . Beating it into me - Beating it into me.
This is the pulse, this is the sound. This is the beat of a new generation. . This is the movement, this is the rhythm. This is the noise of revolution.
Beyond ability & control we could be weekend lovers. Steal a sentence and make a catch phrase parole for our revolution. Whispered all across the street about the, about the new cool call.
Rather be dead. Than alive by your oppression. Rather be dead. Than alive by your design. . Poisoned my fingers. Burned out my eyes. Cut up my throat.