Rise Rise Rise Rise

                   Rise to the fucking occasion.

                   Is that not what evolution is all about?

                   The systematical refusal to just shut up

                        To just lay down

                            To surrender

                                And to just fucking die.

This is the end

                      And this

                                 Is the beginning.

We are the next wave.

            The next group of psychos and revolutionaries

                       Leaders and tyrants

                              Pedophiles and politicians.

          We are the crescendo

                      The collapse

                             And the builders of the future.

Let's swing on down out of the tree, Brothers, and learn to walk upright.

    This plane is on a dead end flight.

The pilots are long dead and the stench of their decay fills this railway.

This is the beginning

                      And this

                                  Is the end.

We are the flames of the present

We are the embers of the past

And we're the Raging Fucking Inferno of the future.

All aboard.