A harsh opinion Forced deep inside a head Consent was never there A small incision Cut quick and left for dead Oh now your brains impaired (Chorus) I have nothing to say to you I really couldn't care I don't care You think you know us You think you know our sound You feel you have us pinned So you won't play us We'll take it under ground Through the back we'll get in (Chorus x2) You talk a big one Let's see you back it up You're sitting at the Edge (Chorusx2)