Resurrection

Tell me what I see is not a true reality

But a strange piece of quantum physics fantasy

And if that's not the case then I can't help but laugh

At where the music's going, heading for the past

Stealing bits and parts like a musical Frankenstein

A chorus here, a bass riff there, who wrote it? Never mind

Bend down and pray before the god of sampling

Make yourself by stealing other people's fame

Resurrection

Resurrection

Club mix, dance, rap, don't tell me it's real music

There is no soul to the so-called songs they try to sing

Sure there are a few exceptions to the old rule

They only reinforce what it is I try to prove

Maybe they are the true artists in their field

It's just too bad that they share their space with a bunch of queers

While we're at it, let me please quickly point out

That glorifying racial violence is a stupid fucking thing to do, assholes

Learn to put the past behind you, don't try to bring it back

Don'tlet your toys sonfine you unrtil your brain goes slack

Need I remind you, you're doing nothing new

You think that they will sign you, good luck, you'll need it too

I'm only saying what's on my mind this point in time

Don't want to offend anyone unless they've narrow minds

Instead of stealing from the artist of an older age

Creating a brand new sound, a brand new scheme of things

I'm sure that you can see my point of view if you really try

I'd like to see this generation build a thing that shines

Stop digging up the bones of other people's art

You can make your own if you stop and really try

Resurrection

Resurrection

What the fuck's the matter with you?