We aren't a band, we are a cabal of terrorists. So give it up, give us the gold or your lives. "Professors, you make us old" and you'll be the first to go: teachers, poets, militants, family. You're all cops. Don't say society, say racket, 'cause that's what it is, and your art is bourgeois shit! Your culture is square shaped cop speak. You're all impotent fools until you smash your teacher's face in and set fire to the faculty. We aren't a band, we're a vandalist committee with stenciled faces and bloody lips. Align or die.

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