Texty:
Satanic Surfers Unconsciously Confined

some money hungry corporation its all make-believed a rebellion cut to fit and made acceptable is this really us or are we becoming just another product formed and confined

All i ever wanted was to be a drummer in a band never claimed to be a poet singer or god i'm just a man i came here 'cause i didnt have a better place

they globolize hunger and they globalize war make people into commodities and they profit even more how muck longer can we act as passive bystanders?

I was easily convinced and taught what to belived took me years to realize that i like many others had been deceived so i set off to find my own tru

than justice higher than equality higher than justice our standard of life is measured by what we own subdued kept happy and blind unconsiously confined

Sings us to sleep they've written a song for the masses to hum a rabble thought to dace to amind numbing rhythm moving their feet to the beat of a drum

I wish it was summer and the sun would shine i'd have nothing to do but waste my time we could hang out riding our bikes i'd shave your head and you