My need to push, to feel the rush
Against the grain, to feel the pain
Infect the mass, to make powers pass
To the hands of the few
I am abrasive, we are abrasive
Caustic push, feel the rush
I am abrasive, we are abrasive
We arise, your demise
I don't need you in my way
I don't need you in my life
It starts with this, ideas and fists
Light the match, start the path
Use this flame, end this pain
Old as time, use your mind