Текст песни: Dead Unknown (The). Demo. Spirit Finger Conspiracy.

This is not just the soundtrack to your fucking petty display.
Your pretentious posturing will not conquer years of sacrifice.
This is for the blood, the sweat, the tears.
This was never yours.
You will not take this from me.
This is all I have.
This is all tha sees me through.
My hands grip tight.
I will never let go.
This is for the passion.
This is for my one true love.
My eyes do not deceive, but I don't want to believe
That pure style can kill substance.
Where has it all gone?
Is this all that's left?
Faux rebellion in pretty masks.
I will not stand by and watch you take this
From those who have worked for so long.
You can hate me now, but I don't give a shit.
All you get from me is pure disgust.
I want the fucking movement back.
I want it back.
And I'm here to rip it back
From your cold dead hands.
I'm still here