The same flames that took the witches to their ashes
are sitting inside your hand
The same flames that burned Chicago and it's masses
are right inside of your hand

Riot starters in the street
they're looking for fresh meat

Call them psychotic but at least they care
Call them satanic cause you never dared
Bet you wish you were a rebel like them
it's not their fault you slept in on the weekends
wasted your youth but you won't waste ours

we ain't scared of your f*cking police cars
flashing lights and fancy plates
court notices to seal our fates
But only if you catch us
only if you best us

Cause we know something that you don't
(We'll fight the system and you won't)