Pound for the Sound
Oh dear its your nightmare
Coz its started and we're laughing
You ain't taking nothing nowhere
Oh dear its your nightmare
Strangers united and now freedom fighters
Create another law and we'll find another way

Cos you try to close us down
But take a look around
Theres only so much bullshit people are gonna sit and take
This time
You're to late
In numbers and empowered by 6K of bass

These are sad time of capital crimes
Its all got a price and a law to govern you
Dictated consumption
In each and every way and everything that you wanna do
These are sad times of capital crimes
But we still defy
Mans original virtue productive action as we dance in peace
And so what you gonna do?
We're all freedom fighters
Coz these sounds unite us