Tekster: Combat Crisis. Face The Crowd. Not Afraid.

Take your opinion-I never fuckin' asked you.
Every time it's given it's a goddamn disaster.
You're a deficient, anti-social, parasite going nowhere.
If misery loves company, your doors are wide open.

We're not afraid. Take this knife out of my back.
I see this time there's no turning back,
you're hypocrites. You're all the same.
You preach about your money and fame.
We'll rise up and take you all.
The weakest ones will surely fall.
With no money and no power,
you'll feel just like us.

We're not afraid of the lies that you've said to us.
We're not afraid of the rules that you've made for us.
We're not afraid of the lies that you've said to us.
We're not afraid.

Condemned to your religious ways;
a lamb to all and all that's fake.
A threat of the abyss is all it did take.
All you white-collar scum, take your money and run.
It's just a sophisticated method of screwing us all.

Take this knife out of my back.
I see this time there's no turning back,
you're hypocrites. You're all the same.
You preach about your money and fame.
We'll rise up and take you all.
The weakest ones will surely fall.
With no money and no power,
you'll feel just like us.

We're not afraid of your enemies.
We're not afraid of your hypocrites.
We're not afraid of the rules you've made.