Stick to Your Guns
Empty Heads
For the most part I think I've got you figured out
You walk around like you know what this is all about
Will one of you idiots please just say something new?
Yeah well, you say "fuck the world," we say "fuck you"

But you've been nowhere and you've seen nothing
It's your stupid stare, it tells me everything
If you can't beat them, try harder 'cause we're not going down
You better give back or get out

Give back or get out!

For the most part I know what you're so mad about
We don't belong, never did, and you want us out
You've become such a slave to your own mouth
You better give back or get out

Give back or get out!

"I see so much focus on music these days, and not on the words being said, and I think that in order to communicate with hardcore, the lyrics must be at the forefront of every song"

Same game
You're doing nothing new
All the same
You think no one's laughing at you?
I've always stood behind every word I've ever said
All talk, no walk
Empty words from empty heads