Power Trippin' from Poachers by The Freqs

Set aflame this whole damn nation, protect the ashes from invasion, bottom feeders they keep on walking, these boots were made for stomping on

I'll wipe that smirk right off your face, maybe then you'd learn your place, lock away the weak and broken, excuse me sir the man has spoken

I'm gonna break the mold

I'll bring the kids you bring the matches, set aflame our love of fascists, annihilate our love of violence, thoughts and prayers are met with silence

victimize the powerless, personify their cowardice, exhuming all the flowerless, burn the bodies to keep them silent

I'm gonna break the mold

It's hysteria, hysteria

Hey hey hey, they're coming for you
They'll be walking up the streets, yeah they're coming for you

• Rock
• garage
• noise rock
• post-punk
• psychpunk
• sludge
• Salem