Lyrics

You're a voice from the past beckoning shouting complaints and grasping on to memories of yesteryear
Sitting on your ass won't bring back all those precious things you hold so dear

I know you wish that we would fail
But you know we shall prevail

What gives you the right to criticize our form of expression
We put our blood sweat and tears into everything we create
What have you done that's so fucking great?
I'd love to hear it sometime

I know you wish that we would fail
But you know we shall prevail

Drowning in a sea off insults
Spoken by on who is trying to stay afloat wearing a vest of lead

I know you wish that we would fail
But you know we shall prevail