Searching to find presence of mind 

cranking the volume for kicks 

inflicting true pain, awaiting the rain 

looking for my metal fix 

poetic hate, unmerciful fate 

bringing my music to life 

grinding machine, decibel stream 

feeling the point of knife 

artform of butchers, eve of the storm 

the power is yours for the night 

chaos and power true to the form 

we're partying through to the light 

taking for fools, ignoring the rules 

doing what's right in our hearts 

searching for truth, preserving our youth 

intensity right from the start 

hyping our cause, writing our laws 

they told me the good times were gone 

laugh in their face, such a disgrace 

I guess it was the time to move on 

fiery eyes the sign of the wise 

something I'm doing for fun 

can't explain why I've got to try 

there's no way that I'm gonna run 

playing it fast, just like the past 

it's all just a part of my style 

you'll never know what makes us go 

I guess I'll be hanging a while