Same Sun Can't Understand
Silos of countless countercultures built to withstand
The potential corruption posed by the Media Man
In spite of their protection, a detrimental infection runs within these walls
And distorts the perception
Of the brilliant minds inclined to define a fine line
That separates the mainstream from them
Open the mind, otherwise bury your head in the sand
And hold on tightly to the fear of what you can't understand
Take a listen to your frequencies
Overrun with static now, but they don't need to be
Come one, come all, no need to sell your soul
For punk, funk, ska, jazz, hip hop, hardcore, and rock 'n' roll
No predetermination
Don't underestimate the power of the human condition
Just let go of the fear of what you can't understand
Subterranean tones bleeding up through the basement
You think you're from the underworld, but the guy next to you ain't shit
Flee the nest of your subset's societal unrest
Whether or not you're throwing the right hook or the hard left
This is not a charity, it's a calling for clarity
So we can bury the crown with the sounds of the clown pharisees
The ones who try to put a stamp on your forehead
And if they do, we don't give a damn what the ink says
No predetermination
Don't underestimate the power of the human condition
Just let go of the fear of what you don't understand
Shred the two-tone suits, pull the hood off,
Wash the “X†out with a beer and take a light to the mohawk
'Cause everybody's bent on what it means to be punk,
Hip hop, ska, hard– we're all the same at the –core
We're not just crossing the boundaries
No, we're bridging the gaps
To the others who want to take a wider look at the map
So meet me where the sidewalk begins
And be a part of this collective means to an end
Just let go of the fear of what you don't understand
