The First Conspiracy Lyrics

My knees are aching, my body's sore can't believe it we're still coming back for more.
Down on the floor for another round of chaos in the flesh, another explotion of direction. Not
Nostalgic, not retro, but instead a detournment of music and politics and action and madness. No
More humiliation in the hands of reification, but instead a statement of direction and focus under the
Disguise of a popular culture. But not culture in the grasp of capitalist meltdown and suppression, not
Creation in the realm of art and music and poetry, no signatures on the dotted lines of mass
Consumerism and violence, and not...