Who are you and what does it mean

To brand yourself part of an underground scene?

Without the passion, you've sold your soul

To gain some measure of control

Somehow it seems that the point was missed

The power's in your head, not in your fists



Over the years

We had to rise

We did it our way

There was no compromise



Countless others have come and gone

They make some noise and they move right along

It's not an image that we are portraying

It's not a game that other's like playing

We'll never break and we're not going to bend

This is one message for us to send



Over the years

We had to rise

We did it our way

There was no compromise