Silos of countless countercultures built to withstand The potential corruption posed by the Media Man In spite of their protection, a detrimental infection runs within these walls And distorts the perception Of the brilliant minds inclined to define a fine line That separates the mainstream from them Open the mind, otherwise bury your head in the sand And hold on tightly to the fear of what you can't understand Take a listen to your frequencies Overrun with static now, but they don't need to be Come one, come all, no need to sell your soul For punk, funk, ska, jazz, hip hop, hardcore, and rock ‘n' roll No predetermination Don't underestimate the power of the human condition Just let go of the fear of what you can't understand Subterranean tones bleeding up through the basement You think you're from the underworld, but the guy next to you ain't sh** Flee the nest of your subset's societal unrest Whether or not you're throwing the right hook or the hard left This is not a charity, it's a calling for clarity So we can bury the crown with the sounds of the clown pharisees The ones who try to put a stamp on your forehead And if they do, we don't give a damn what the ink says No predetermination Don't underestimate the power of the human condition Just let go of the fear of what you don't understand Shred the two-tone suits, pull the hood off Wash the “X” out with a beer and take a light to the mohawk ‘Cause everybody's bent on what it means to be punk Hip hop, ska, hard– we're all the same at the –core We're not just crossing the boundaries No, we're bridging the gaps To the others who want to take a wider look at the map So meet me where the sidewalk begins And be a part of this collective means to an end Just let go of the fear of what you don't understand