Trip Rider Lyrics - Warrior Soul

Service sector populate 

I bail out on your hate war 

Disparity's sweet justice 

On the rock of sarcasm 

This is dark nothing you 

Can do to stop this damn thing now 

Onward constant push 

Primal vision amped to destruction 

Trip rider psychedelic sin into the sun 

Trip rider screw the nation 

I hate your dying state 

Man you could recharge hell 

The carbon holograms 

Five billion suckers all 

Protect the status quo 

The relics of your progress 

Third world your starving child 

Your comfort won't address 

Trip rider my sonic sin into the sun 

Trip rider I hate your nation 

Conditioned mortal 

Keep your smile as your coma devours 

Soul suckers motherfuckers 

Take it all 'til you have none 

Dream joy while they get rich 

The country's corpse to ground and flowers 

Epithet, thought we were free 

Misery to pass eternal hours 

Trip rider my work is never done 

Trip rider I hate the nation