Tune out modulations
We run faded nations
Turn up the music that you want
Turn up the music that you

Bring down empty affections
Worn out introspection
Turn/STOP the music that they want
Turn/STOP the music that you

Call this plan of action:
"Wait for my destruction"
You cut all the equations
We are the generation(stand, STAND)

Back to back with the fading sound attack
Got to get a lot of trust and around these tracks
Run the most fucked up of places
Where it depends on what you want So
Why remember when I lost my freedom in time

Mid-class inhibition
Sold out contradictions
Turn up the music that you want
Turn up the music that you

Sweet n' Low sanitation
Broadcast information
Turn/STOP the music that they want
Turn/STOP the music that you

Call this plan of action
"Wait for my destruction"
You cut all the equations
We are the generation(stand)

Back to back with the fading sound attack
Got to get a lot of trust and around these tracks
Run the most fucked up of places
Where it depends on what you want So
Back to back with in a fading sounding track

Back to back with the fading sound attack
Got to get a lot of trust and around these tracks
Run the most fucked up of places
Where it depends on what you want So
Why remember when I lost my eyes
I was so beladed that I crossed my mind
Now I'm searching for the "Americana"
Waiting for the Americas to fall into million pieces
In the fucking wildest places Why??

WE ARE THE SPIRIT OF WASTE