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 f**king 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 f**k`s the matter with you?