We aren't a band, we are a cabal of terrorists. So give 
it up, give us the gold or your lives. 'Professors, you 
make us old' and you'll be the first to go: teachers, 
poets, militants, family. You're all cops. Don't say 
society, say racket, 'cause that's what it is, and your 
art is bourgeois shit! Your culture is square shaped cop 
speak. You're all impotent fools until you smash your 
teacher's face in and set fire to the faculty. We aren't 
a band, we're a vandalist committee with stenciled faces 
and bloody lips. Align or die.