Tune out modulations

We run faded nations

Turn up the music that you want

Turn up the music that you...



Bring down empty affections

Worn out introspection

Turn/STOP the music that they want

Turn/STOP the music that you



Call this plan of action:

"Wait for my destruction"

You cut all the equations

We are the generation...(stand, STAND)



Back to back with the fading sound attack

Got to get a lot of trust and around these tracks

Run the most fucked up of places

Where it depends on what you want. So...

Why remember when I lost my freedom in time



Mid-class inhibition

Sold out contradictions

Turn up the music that you want

Turn up the music that you



Sweet n' Low sanitation

Broadcast information

Turn/STOP the music that they want

Turn/STOP the music that you



Call this plan of action

"Wait for my destruction"

You cut all the equations

We are the generation...(stand)



Back to back with the fading sound attack

Got to get a lot of trust and around these tracks

Run the most fucked up of places

Where it depends on what you want. So...

Back to back with in a fading sounding track



Back to back with the fading sound attack

Got to get a lot of trust and around these tracks

Run the most fucked up of places

Where it depends on what you want. So...

Why remember when I lost my eyes

I was so beladed that I crossed my mind

Now I'm searching for the "Americana"

Waiting for the Americas to fall into million pieces

In the fucking wildest places. Why??......



WE ARE THE SPIRIT OF WASTE