Strumming blithely out of tune
the time has come today
All cds shall meet their doom
faster than you can say
Death to players, burn down the walls
Country music shall weep no more
Beatles will never Sound again
Obliterate the sections
Play your tunes no more
No more! Burn down the record stores!
Disco's beat, shall fall on its face
The symphonies will die out of tune
and never heard again
Rock will be the toughest fight
Distortion sounding through the battlefield
Screams and solos
Makeup! And Metal!
Kiss Army shows up, with Axes to grind
reinforcements here, to strengthen the line
Bring his head on a plate!
and leave his corpse for the crows
will they bury his body
No one knows!
Blood and metal, steel and string
Man has fought for his day
battle wavers, but not for long
appear in time, with pulse pounding
mind numbing, industrial grinds
never stopping, heart racing
In and out of time! in and out of rhyme!
Industrial raves confuse their foes!
Strobe lights ignite the darkness!
Reigning from the throne!
The knife of the emo
shall stab a different heart
Loves shattering pain
Will kill throughout the night!
Kettle drums shake the horizon
as the rappers chrage the scene
Caps and words fly!
Potheads tunes were the first to go
but fear not, the laughed as they fell
The reggaes time has come, and it shall fall fast
Acoustic burns, the nylon melts
can you smell
this infernal hell!
Music shall die, and rise no more
the call for justice, stops at your door!
Death to the Acoustic!
Death to the grind!
Music now useless
Now must die!
Give up now! now is the time!
resistance is growing
and turning the tide
Music, in its glory and might!
have taken the scene
It shall survive, for one more day!
Sleep for tomorrow...
it shall commence once again.