Woorden:
Brat Attack The Destruction Sound System

It was the first time that she saw the sun Warmth felt like nothing she felt before How could beauty exist for all she had known? As the blade slit

to bring the radical right Democracy held hostage by fascists From this beat watch me bash this I think its time, Time to fight back We plot and ploy, Plan of attack

Many many years ago, when everything seemed ok We lived our lives simply, just day by day. We knew nothing about the world. Just sat there and wondered

your it The one being oppressed, when was this Your whole life is a fucking mess We gotta, try, try. Just defy. No compromise and find out the reason why? Definition, of this destruction

Another showdown, another throw down What makes your opinion better than my own? Self righteous, borderline fascist, I don't care if you're a " better

First time she saw those eyes A villainous hatred in disguise They fed her so much lies Never let go what's inside For years she walked these streets

generation of rebel kids Last one saved from the suburbs Compromise to a nation of lies Never become what we despise Went cruising for some destruction