A harsh opinion,
Forced deep inside a head,
Consent was never there,
A small incision,
Cut quick and left for dead,
Oh now your brains impaired,
(Chorus)
I have nothing to say to you,
I really couldn't care,
I don't care
You think you know us,
You think you know our sound,
You feel you have us pinned,
So you won't play us,
We'll take it under ground,
Through the back we'll get in.
(Chorus x2)
You talk a big one,
Let's see you back it up,
You're sitting at the Edge,
(Chorus x2)