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.