We are the lost Tribes,
With lost souls,
We are all still roaming this old world.
We are the people, whose gold was stole,
Now we are forced to serve.
So get your TV on or break the console,
Mental slavery,
No whip,
Money is what makes you crack instead of it.
Break it or make it,
No in between,
Numb the feeling,
Fuck it! Drink it up and don’t think about it.
STOP thinking that you can’t overcome,
Can’t get it done,
Can’t move along,
Quit thinking that you’re stuck,
The Media is winning the battle,
So get your armor on,
And get prepared to rumble,
The time has come.