Silos of countless countercultures built to withstand

The potential corruption posed by the Media Man

In spite of their protection, a detrimental infection runs within these walls

And distorts the perception

Of the brilliant minds inclined to define a fine line

That separates the mainstream from them

Open the mind, otherwise bury your head in the sand

And hold on tightly to the fear of what you can't understand



Take a listen to your frequencies

Overrun with static now, but they don't need to be

Come one, come all, no need to sell your soul

For punk, funk, ska, jazz, hip hop, hardcore, and rock 'n' roll



No predetermination

Don't underestimate the power of the human condition

Just let go of the fear of what you can't understand



Subterranean tones bleeding up through the basement

You think you're from the underworld, but the guy next to you ain't shit

Flee the nest of your subset's societal unrest

Whether or not you're throwing the right hook or the hard left

This is not a charity, it's a calling for clarity

So we can bury the crown with the sounds of the clown pharisees

The ones who try to put a stamp on your forehead

And if they do, we don't give a damn what the ink says



No predetermination

Don't underestimate the power of the human condition

Just let go of the fear of what you don't understand



Shred the two-tone suits, pull the hood off,

Wash the “X” out with a beer and take a light to the mohawk

'Cause everybody's bent on what it means to be punk,

Hip hop, ska, hard– we're all the same at the –core

We're not just crossing the boundaries

No, we're bridging the gaps

To the others who want to take a wider look at the map

So meet me where the sidewalk begins

And be a part of this collective means to an end



Just let go of the fear of what you don't understand