Tell me what I see is not a true reality 

But a strange piece of quantum physics fantasy 

And if that's not the case then I can't help but laugh 

At where the music's going, heading for the past 

Stealing bits and parts like a musical Frankenstein 

A chorus here, a bass riff there, who wrote it? Never mind 

Bend down and pray before the god of sampling 

Make yourself by stealing other people's fame 



Resurrection 

Resurrection 



Club mix, dance, rap, don't tell me it's real music 

There is no soul to the so-called songs they try to sing 

Sure there are a few exceptions to the old rule 

They only reinforce what it is I try to prove 

Maybe they are the true artists in their field 

It's just too bad that they share their space with a bunch of queers 

While we're at it, let me please quickly point out 

That glorifying racial violence is a stupid fucking thing to do, assholes 



Learn to put the past behind you, don't try to bring it back 

Don't let your toys son fine you until your brain goes slack 

Need I remind you, you're doing nothing new 

You think that they will sign you, good luck, you'll need it too 



I'm only saying what's on my mind this point in time 

Don't want to offend anyone unless they've narrow minds 

Instead of stealing from the artist of an older age 

Creating a brand new sound, a brand new scheme of things 

I'm sure that you can see my point of view if you really try 

I'd like to see this generation build a thing that shines 

Stop digging up the bones of other people's art 

You can make your own if you stop and really try 



Resurrection 

Resurrection 



What the fucck's the matter with you?