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