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So this, this thing
This thing I hear is going down
You know, it, it ain't about punk
And it ain't about the scene
And you stupid fucking nerds
Are sitting, sitting indoors, man
I'm out, on, the street, dig it?
And I'm out here on the street where it goes down
Not indoors
In the record stores
I'm making it go down here
Dig it?
Check it out
It's a scene
The scene that never was, and there never will be
You never was, you never will be
I am here, where it is real
So get wise, fucker!
Check it out
Scraping the skylines with hypnotic observations
Swooping and surfing over lyrical substations
Embrace the flame again and again
Like passion and pain, hand in hand with each other
This thing I hear is going down
Sliding
Deeper I'm gliding
Shooting
I am deeper than you
Bombs wired to my chest, I'll lace the building with bugs
'Cause you'll always be behind me, slip-streaming my buzz
See me rocket off into the ozone layer
Spiralling off into the ether
Slip-streaming our buzz
Slip-streaming our buzz
Slip-streaming our buzz
Slip-streaming our buzz
Into the ether
I'm making it go down here
Dig it?
Sliding
And I'm out here on the street where it goes down
Deeper I'm gliding
Check it out
Shooting
I am deeper than you
Into the ether (So get wise fucker)
Sliding
Deeper I'm gliding
Shooting
I am deeper than you
Into the ether
I am deeper than you
Into the ether
And it ain't about the scene
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