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