A step forward that's six feet down.
A black membrane that's running out.
We've got an economic trench called fuel,
And conservation run by tyrants.
And what resistance follows this?
For a language never spoken threatens no one.
Bought in a second and buried deep,
Down in your bathtub painted red on black.

Anti-corporate guerilla warfare,
Tying up global loose ends.
Technology stopped like forest,
And quantity that's tied down honest.
A police state that lies in wait,
Do we provide worthy opponents?
To short term vendors selling,
World globalisation painted black.

So paint your frustrations one colour, my colour,
And feel the one love that's growing among us,
The working class.
There's no set of rules this decade.
Join us.
It's our revolutionary vision.