Proficiency
Caught the blow with my fuckin head. The intent was obvious in what they said. They brought me down cause I don’t play their game, but how could anyone be so fuckin lame? Show off your proficiency try putting me to shame. Like I’d really give a fuck if you could beat me at your game. And if you’re trying to hit my weak spot then again you’re gonna miss. You see, I too am best at something you just don’t know what it is. 

Punk Enough
Now the alternative is painted into corners and it’s starting to peel and it’s cracking the foundation. From the east coast to the west I hear them at the top of their lungs trying to manifest whatever they’ve got left. But is it punk enough? The critics and the cretins and their coded messages. Your emotions and your slowed-down songs aren’t punk enough for the elite. 

Majvy Rosén
Majvy Rosén is gonna kick your fuckin ass!! 

...And Never Again
Dehumanize. Run the streets, spread the lies. 
Shut em in. Cut the flesh, burn the skin. The Fascist ideal. The cleasing of the race. The survival of the strong. With chains and knives and guns we’ll prove them wrong. Runaround. Run the street, shut em down. Shut em in. Cut the flesh, burn the skin. And again and never again and again and never again and again and never again... 

Wall Of Death
Wall of death! 

17 Scoops
Thrown for a loop. He’s still my friend. 17 scoops, never again. Vegan for life. 

What If?
Can’t get my head on straight. Fucked things up once again. Situations I can’t handle and I ain’t got nothing to lose. But what if I won’t amount to nothing? What if things really suck this much? Can’t keep up with the pace, I might as well roll over dead. Can’t get my head on straight and it doesn’t seem that funny right now... 

Roles And Rules 
Roles and rules. You pick the tools to set this faggot straight. But my lust and curiosity is stronger than their hate. Their fear and ignorance is breeding all that rage and I will explore no matter how they set the stage. Then bend for you I´d rather fuckin die. Like Billy said: “your rules do not apply”. Roles and rules, you pick the tools to set this faggot straight. We’ll kick them down and earn your fuckin hate. You bring em over, set em up and we’ll kick em down. 

You Suck
You put it in your mouth, you light it and you suck. You suck and suck and suck and suck and suck and suck and suck. You give away your money to shorten down your life. The glamour of tobacco: You look cool and you die. Your breath stinks and your clothes stink and your lungs hurt and you die. 

Oil Unit Corps God Country 
Bam!! You’re Dead!! This is your prophet calling. I saved you, I gave you a reason to live. So kneel down and pray and bring to justice all those sacrilegious swine that mock our faith. Prepared to die for your country, your flag and honour? Prepared to die for religion, your holy father? Prepared to die for your god? Bam!! You’re Dead!! This is your country calling. I fed you, I bred you. It’s payback. So pay back against the wall that once protected. Kept you safe from men in blindfolds different colours that your own. And the firing squad, your exchange students with a stick up their asses twice as long as yours. You didn’t die for your country, your country killed you. You didn’t die for religion, religion killed you. You didn’t die for your country, your country killed you. Your country killed you for oil. 

Not A Punkrock Song
This is not a punkrock song and there’s nothing you can say that can prove me wrong because I decide what it means to me and this is just the shit they play on MTV. 

Of Violence And Conformity
You’ve got the numbers and you brought your fuckin crew. Think you’re so hardcore, well I got news for you. Your scene is dying and your stance is pretty fake. I guess punkrock means nothing when your manhood is at stake. Your violence is conformity ‘cos you’re twisting the truth and catering to their image of “the violent fucked up youth”. I’ve seen your when and where but I wish you’d tell me why. ‘Cos simply being stupid just doesn’t justify. This situation stops us dead in our tracks. The struggle dies from a knife in the back. What was it that I told you last time about respect? There’s more to this that just your fucking ego to protect! Your violence is conformity. 

Bent Out Of Shape
Bent out of Shape, he stepped to the side. His anger lost it’s focus and his focus lost pride. Cos the world he had known and the boy he had been had vanished with the past and left him hollow within. See, he’d been searching for identity, a punk in his youth. An outcast from society just looking for truth. He wanted the unity. He hungered for clarity. He needed the answers so fuckin bad that he believed them when they said: The straight edge will tell you why. The Straight edge will never die. Just wait and see, the straight edge will set you free. The unity outweighed the relevance of ideals. Integritys importance up against the appeal of social acceptance in drugfree resistance and the ever so united, side by side, pointed fingers singalongs. But he couldn’t get the ideals to match and the unity was just out on loan. You see the edges aren’t straight from scratch and that’s why you gotta make your own. Cos if you think the edge will set you free, you’ve got anothing thing coming. The edge won’t set you free, you better get yourself a life!! 

True Til Maturity part 2 
I guess it’s true what they say: the bigmouths will go away. Empty barrels make the most noise. Time to change for the boys. Me and you we’ll be true, true til maturity. 

Better Than Who Crew?
Empty phrases and stupid pride. Fuckin loser, in cliches you hide. Fuck you, you’re not this cool. Turn from fool to a fool. If being in your crew means being like you, a stupid clone without a clue, a stereotype, a fuckin clown, you won’t be seeing me around. Swallow all the products/shit that we’re selling cos you’re too stupid to think for yourself. 

Bomb Victim
Burning bodies, screaming victims, bleeding limbs reach out for help. Capitalist casualties, senseless attack. Try to forget, turn our backs. War and murder, torture, decay. Crimes of humanity won’t go away. Bombs x3 Mutilated victims! Bombs x3 We’re fucked!! 

Emptiness A Virtue Ooh, I like your uniform. Ooh, I like that song. Oh, please, please can I join your club until the next one comes along? Emptiness a virtue. Emptiness a gift. Apparently I am not OK, it said so on the screen. Emptiness a virtue, emptiness a dream. 

Wife And Kids And Television Grave
Waking up each morning in your wife and kids and television grave, and like a robot you behave, you take a piss and then you shave. She makes you breakfast, rubs your feet. You brush a dead pig off your teeth. You drive the kids then go to work, repeat the process like the jerk that you were taught to be at home and then in school, you see, oppressive systems needs you to fucks to generate the mighty bucks. And if you hate this lyric it’s cause it’s true. And if you think it sucks then it fits right in on you. Well, I’ll admit it’s stupid and that I don’t have a clue and to be really honest, it sucks and so do you! Waking up each morning in your husband, kids and television grave and like a robot you behave, you take a piss and then you shave. You do your best to fit your role, you paint your face with tortured souls. You watch him dress and go to work, repeat the process like the jerk that you were taught to be, at home and then in school, you see, the system needs you passive fucks and you don’t care and that’s what sucks. 

Built To Last 
Although it came fast what we have will not pass cos it was built to last. With the time that we spent hoping now a distant memory. The feelings felt, the spoken words still live inside of me. Each mile of every roadtrip, every song of every show still manifests within me every time that I say: go! At the shows back in the days we did our circle-pits on stage and everyone took part no matter colour, sex or age. No tolerence for figthing, it had no place within our scene. The shows were open-hearted, open-minded, positive and mean. Like when Skümback played Raw Power the same night Garbage went to sleep. Or when Opposite Direction did their first at MHG. Now with Heffaklump, Step Forward, ByNoMeans all in the past we’re aiming for the future and we know that it will last!

Umeå Hardcore 
The way it was. The way it is. For the struggle and the pain. For those who were, those to come and the few that do remain. Let it stand, let it live, let the kids be there to see. The way it was, the way it is and the way it will always be. Umeå Hardcore. 

Blood 
Spare no envy for the traits of blood. Feel no pity for the cost of blood. Trace no evil in the wake of blood. Touch no sickness, get no sickness. Blood, nowhere near, the distance kept. Blood, nauseating fear of death. Blood, kill it, shut the skin. King of fears – leave it here. 

I Do Believe In The USA
I do believe in it’s image of liberty. I do believe in the image that’s been given me. Thank you. 

Fuck You Cowboy
The industry begat the war. You don’t know what you’re fighting for. Proud to fight the capitalist power. Proud to stage that fascist show. Get your gun and get your powder. Saddle up and off you go... Fuck you cowboy!! 

Spänningen Släpper
Spänningen släpper döden tar tag. Släpad från ärlighet, släpad från sans, doppad i hat. Livet går rond i er heliga lögn. Släpad i smusten, ryckt ur sin sömn. Snart tar hon sats, snart tar hon slut. Släpad i smusten och nu bärs hon ut. Spänningen släpper döden tar tag. Nitad och tappad och skalad och svag. Flickan du visslade efter idag. Nitad och tappad och skalad och svag. Med fingrar i halsen på knä för din lag. 

Sing Along 
No thought out plan, no pointed fingers, no questions asked, no answers given, no reasons why, no right or wrong. If we play that song, will you sing along? Cos that’s all you want, that’s all you need, your comfortable identity. You think you’re strong, I’ll prove you wrong. Apathy is the flavor of the weak... 

Revenge
This is revenge... for the blood you shed! Time has passed us by, I see no end to the slaugther. It seems your sense of responsibility is as non-existent as my sympathy for you. You light the fire. You feel it burn. It gets to hot. You walk away. Too late for apologies! This is revenge for the blood you’ve shed. You lit the fire and then just turned and walked away. This is revenge, my friend. This time you’re gonna pay. I have no sympathy,  you’re never gonna learn. You lit the fire and now you’re gonna burn.

True Til Maturity
You need the flavour so you grab a piece. Can’t see the woods for the trees. So honest, so caring and so aware. ´Til you’re old enought to have a beer. Me and you we’ll be true. True ´til maturity!! 

Talk Behind My Back
I don’t care what he really said. Just tell a story to fill my head. Preconceived, left for dead. Fill the boredom with a burning bed. Talk behind my back, tearing up the track. It breaks my heart, how you tear it all apart. Did you think before you let it out? Did you consider the consequence before you opened up your mouth? Dare you face me and repeat what you just said? Dare you face the damage done of all the shit you spread? Tear it all apart. 

Flame Of My Conviction 
Me is the word of the day. The violence is ignored, self preservation is the way. Trust is destroyed, torn to shreds, torn apart. Flame still burns, but it’s locked inside my heart. You turned your back on me when I was lost in the maze. I search myself for sympathy but I just can’t find a trace. Not a trace and I’m desperate for redemption. Please embrace, the flame of my conviction. 

This Time
I can see it this time. I don’t know if you’ve seen it yet but you will. You’ll see what these hands can build. I can feel it this time. I don’t know if you’ve felt it yet but you will. These dreams will be fullfilled. No patience left, I’ve seen too much, it ends here. My strength is greater than your numbers ever will be. Mark my words: No trust, no dependence. I’ve seen your idea of civilization and I just want to break it down. 

Respect
I came for the music, you came to cause pain. I’ve seen the victims and I know who’s to blame. I won’t accept it, I won’t tolerate. The pit is not a place for hate. Show respect and I’ll show you just the same. I don’t know your problem and I don’t really care. Just get it out of my face, cause we don’t want you here. 

NC-sXe
Questioned our beliefs. Started something new. Found a solid ground in sincerity and truth. Not building on weak and intoxicated minds. “Sense gratification not sense lies”. Northcore straight edge, we won’t forget. 

Scene Pride 
You bought the album and you bought the clothes. You X-up every time you go to shows. You claim you’re straight but there is no doubt. You’ll turn your back as the hype fades out. It’s a scene, it’s not an ego trip. It means much more than just a hype to me. Can’t you see that I’d rather be a part, than crush the dream and choke the flame that is burning in my heart? We’ll never hide our scene pride. The scene is like the tide, we’ve got it on our side, tomorrow we may not so take pride in what you’ve got. 

One Weak Link
Have we broken the chains or have we chained ourselves down? 

Wedge Of Ignorance
You look at me and you see a man who’s not afraid. ´Cos I’ve done my sacrifice and I know the price you’ll pay. You spread the bullshit, you do it with joy. But beneth those mighty words you’re just a little boy. “Why I oughta pound you!” Action speaks louder than words, but the words will still be spoken when the actions are forgotten. Individuality, the key to revolution. Because it takes a stand to make a change. Knowledge, a deserted island. A dictatorship of blind faith. Hatred is growing in ignorant minds and intoxication seems the perfect place to hide. You want unity but ignorance is like a wedge. The wreck is going down so stay close to the edge. 

Higher Form Of Killing

The allied front laid quiet for days, approaching now the 4th. The troops stood strong, morale was high as fate would take it’s turn. Death can come in many shapes, even as the wind and noone knew that fateful morning what was to begin... 

Purpose 
Illusion is a state of mind. I will not question, stay in line. I cleanse my soul of every stain. I pray for love to end the pain. I buy, I sell, I steal, I loan. I drown the doubts in things to own. ´Cos one moments joy is all you need, when pleasure is the air you breathe. You suffer, you inflict the pain. You suffer, you inflict the pain. Never satisfied with what you gain, you suffer again and again and again. You suffer ´cos that’s your game. 

Molded 
Screaming, burning, bleeding. Forced to be a victim. Committed to fulfillment of a bond that’s bound to break. Tearing through my sanity. My love, it’s getting dark. But I won’t let go, I won’t let go. Her pain inside of me, distorting all I see. No place I´d rather be. Molded... by her touch. Different from their image of me, different from that pain. Finished by the absence of a love thought unobtained. Every single whisper plants a thought worth dying for. And I won’t let go, I won’t let go. Out of reach... searching for another way, I let myself go. I want it to being with me and never end. Fit into another shape, reborn in these shoes.. I put it to rest. 

Mutilated Scumbag
You crossed my path, you piece of shit! Don’t ever let it happen again! You scream for help, but I don’t care! There’s no such thing as pity here! Mutilated scumbag, die!! 

The Beginning
Pay respect to the northcore brother/sisterhood. We’ve created what noone else could. This is just the beginning. You think you’ve seen it all before... Kid Stone!... D-rp!... pick it up Guile! No fear, no doubts, no prices to pay. There are no alternatives, the edge leads the way. We’ve heard the threats pouring from your mouth. The storm is coming and we’ll ride it out. You think you’ve seen it all before, but this is more, so much more. Side by side, united we stand. I pledge allegiance to the X on my hand. Young and old, woman and man, side by side, united we stand! A spiritual bond, a flame within our hearts. A burning fire, the spark is where it starts. We’ll sow the seed and hope that it will grow. This is the beginning and in case you didn’t know: we’re Final Exit, Teg!!