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