this is why we live. and this is what we die for. its flowin through my vains through
my bones through my heart and soul. i cant control this feelin as its creepin to my lips
im screamin. turn the volume up to ten and raise your gla** up to that sound of our vision
free expression sing it loud and drink em down. this is the sh** that makes us free and you
cant tear that out of me.
in this age we walk beside all the music that was left behind their time.
we cant ignore that vibrant chord and the beat drums on and on and on.
in this time there is a turn the underground sound will be f**in heard.
its in our heads and in our hearts and the beat drums on and on and on.
and we rise
to the sound of the chord the moving vibration
and we rise
to the beat of the drum the march of the movement
the underground will be f**ing heard
this is for the free cuz this is from the underground
flowing through the streets through the seas and your stereo forget your problems let them
go and let the music take control. turn the volume up to ten and raise your fist up to that
sound that makes a difference in your life the sound that makes you feel alive.
we'll never sell out never fall victim to conformist law.
this is the underground. propose a toast to what we've found. in honor of this f**ing
sound. raise 'em up and drink them down.