Extreme, no f**ing gimmicks
Bone crushing riffs at break neck speeds
Getting f**ing paid with alcohol and weed
We keep playing sh**ty gigs
We keep playing sh**ty clubs
They don't call this f**ing music
They call it f**ing garbage
A chokehold, who's in control?
The d**h of CD's the rise of MP3's
Our aggression is fueled by failure and obscurity
Another decade of cliches
More slogans to obey
Make you think it's what you want
Why don't they shut the f** up
The destruction of commercial scum
The destruction of commercial scum
The destruction of commercial scum
The destruction of commercial scum
My way or the f**ing highway
Go f** yourself I crawl town to town
Year after year throughout the underground
We keep playing sh**ty gigs
We keep playing sh**ty clubs
They don't call it music
They call it f**ing garbage
Sell out your claim to shame
Poisoned by f**ing dollar signs
Here today gone tomorrow worthless motherf**ers
Another decade of cliches
More slogans to obey
Make you think it's what you want
Why don't they shut the f** up
The destruction of commercial scum
The destruction of commercial scum
The destruction of commercial scum
The destruction of commercial scum
Unthreatening to the ma**es
To me it's f**ing madness
Please tell me f**ing how
You motherf**ers bow
Down and sacrifice integrity
For the elites the mainstream and majority
There's incompetent f**s calling all the shots
You're like a who*e being forced to s** a co*k