The movement is dead, we need a resurrection   Erase the market and erase the labels   Counter culture in designer jeans   Rebellion in the high beams      Revolution isn't so obvious   This art has no name      Take your places, social ladders and high horses   Spit your rumors, spit your shit   Our condition is calling for compassion   Our tired bones are aching for change      We owe it to each other   We owe it to ourselves      We need a safe place out of the aim of the ashes   There is action in our architecture   We are not damaged by design      Carry on with your pre-death post-rock   I'll be drinking with the hip hop kids down the block      This pen is a weapon   Your voice could be a threat   I say keep music dangerous   I say keep it all dangerous