Where are we? What the hell is going on? The dust has only just begun to fall Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling Spin me 'round again and rub my eyes This can't be happening When busy streets amass with people Would stop to hold their heads heavy Hide and seek First came the master who opened the door Now the apprentice will hunger for more Driven by torturous sounds from their minds A bond built to distort the fabric of time Their passion, their fury, to break down the walls Convention can fuck off we say to them all Strength born through hardcore, never undone Apprentice and master, their sound becomes one Spin me 'round again and rub my eyes This can't be happening When busy streets amass with people Would stop to hold their heads heavy Hide and seek Apprentice and master, their sound becomes one Driven by torturous sounds from their minds A bond built to distort the fabric of time Fuck off we say to them Fuck off we say to them all