The plow that broke the plains
We as humans destroy everything
Well there´s limits to the land
left the resistance
and the monkey wrench
Because money rules again
Life is so much easier
when your bills are paid
you finished your studies, masters degree
now consulting development companies
Who sold out now
Sixteen years old and live at home
in front of your friends
calling out at shows
you left the scene because
your new girlfriend told you so
now freaked out on x at some
rave or techno
Money rules again
Distro circus at every show
I came to support these touring bands
Nothings free pay my ticket at the door
Who sold out now
Constant complaining
makes my ears ring
i care about hardcore
but hate the scene
The plow that broke the plains
we as humans abuse every way
There´s limits to me friend
what happened to the
brotherhood we shared
well money rules again
I´ll give you anything if you just ask
Hung yourself from your own rope
i count my loss and just walk away
