A harsh opinion
Forced deep inside a head
Consent was never there
A small incision
Cut quick and left for dead
Oh now your brains impaired
(Chorus)
I have nothing to say to you
I really couldn’t care
I don’t care
You think you know us
You think you know our sound
You feel you have us pinned
So you won’t play us
We’ll take it under ground
Through the back we’ll get in
(Chorus x2)
You talk a big one
Let’s see you back it up
You’re sitting at the Edge
(Chorusx2)