Nuclear Assault

Tell me what I see is not a true reality
But a strange piece of quantum physics fantasy
And if that s not the case then I can't help but laugh
At where the music s going, heading for the past
Stealing bits and parts like a musical Frankenstein
A chorus here, a bass riff there, who wrote it? Never mind
Bend down and pray before the god of sampling
Make yourself by stealing other people s fame
Resurrection
Resurrection
Club mix, dance, rap, don't tell me it s real music
There is no soul to the so-called songs they try to sing
Sure there are a few exceptions to the old rule
They only reinforce what it is I try to prove
Maybe they are the true artists in their field
It s just too bad that they share their space with a bunch of queers
While we re at it, let me please quickly point out
That glorifying racial violence is a stupid fucking thing to do, assholes