Tekster: Die Young. Graven Images. Carried By Visions.

Aggression boiling over with nowhere to go
We find no peace at home so we shave our heads and take to the road!
Carried by four wheels and visions of
A better life outside the walls - beyond the fucking lies
Of this dead end life

What is it that we have to lose?
I would rather starve and squander my future
Than sell my precious time to you

No, I don't know how things will work out,
And I don't fucking care - I don't fucking care!

To taste freedom
To spite your rules
To claim our lives as our own
To taste freedom!

We will carry on