The plow that broke the plains We as humans destroy everything, well, there's limits to the land Left the resistance and the monkey wrenchin' cause money rules again Life is easier when your bills are paid, Now consulting development companies,
Sixteen years old and live at home In front your friends calling out at shows, you left the scene cause your new girlfriend told you so, freaked out on X at some rave or techno, Distro circus at every show, I came to support these tourin' bands and nothing's free, pay my ticket at the door,
Constant complaining makes my ears ring I care about hardcore but I 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, I'll give you anything if you just ask, hung yourself from your own rope I count my loss and just walk away,