The plow that broke the plains We as humans destroy everything Well there´s limits to the land left the resistance and the monkey wrench Because money rules again Life is so much easier when your bills are paid you finished your studies, masters degree now consulting development companies
Who sold out now
Sixteen years old and live at home in front of your friends calling out at shows you left the scene because your new girlfriend told you so now freaked out on x at some rave or techno Money rules again Distro circus at every show I came to support these touring bands Nothings free pay my ticket at the door
Who sold out now
Constant complaining makes my ears ring i care about hardcore but hate the scene
The plow that broke the plains we as humans abuse every way There´s limits to me friend what happened to the brotherhood we shared well money rules again I´ll give you anything if you just ask Hung yourself from your own rope i count my loss and just walk away