Sitting around in a country café plotting the revolution
While Beethoven blasts from the loud speaker
Mobilizing our bodies and our intellect
Into an effervescent mass of hegemonic unity.

And in the night-time we blast blast blast through the streets
Attempting to take back what is rightfully ours
The night, the clubs, that everpresent vibe that permeates our existence
We ride, drunkenly yowling out our ideologies
Confessing our sins, our deepest desires

Gross fetish rationalized, contained in a framework for existence.
With no possibility of outside intervention,
We establish a framework, a mindset,
We become what we have sown and grow together gloriously.

Three AM I find myself stuck under the candlelight
Coiling coils coil around my head,
Smoke in my eyes, and revolt in my heart.
My idols are dead and my enemies are in power.