Modern Restless

The movement is dead, we need a resurrection

Erase the market and erase the labels

Counter culture in designer jeans

Rebellion in the high beams

Revolution isn't so obvious

This art has no name

Take your places, social ladders and high horses

Spit your rumors, spit your shit

Our condition is calling for compassion

Our tired bones are aching for change

We owe it to each other

We owe it to ourselves

We need a safe place out of the aim of the ashes

There is action in our architecture

We are not damaged by design

Carry on with your pre-death post-rock

I'll be drinking with the hip hop kids down the block

This pen is a weapon

Your voice could be a threat

I say keep music dangerous

I say keep it all dangerous