So, this thing
This thing I hear is going down
You know, it ain't about punk
And it ain't about the scene
And you stupid fucking nerds
are sitting
Sitting indoors, man
I'm out, on, the street, dig it?
And I'm out here on the street where it goes down,
Not indoors,
In the record stores,
I'm making it go down here
Dig it?
Scraping the skylines with hypnotic observations
Swooping and surfing over lyrical substations
Embrace the flame again and again
Like passion and pain hand in hand with each other
Sliding, deeper I'm gliding
Shooting
I am deeper than you
Bombs wired to my chest I'll lace the building with bugs
Cos you'll always be behind me slip-streaming my buzz
See me rocket off into the ozone layer
Spiralling off into the ether
Slip-streaming our buzz (X4)
Into the ether
Sliding, deeper I'm gliding
Shooting
I am deeper than you
Into the ether