Being overrun by the punk, by the pop
By the grunge rock potheads and the hip-hop thugs
A decade and a half of underground living
Carried on by the resolute few
Metal is the sound that we've all come to know
It's the sound of our burning hearts
Some may say metal's seen better days
But here the new beginning starts

Metal, you're not dead yet
No I say metal, you're not dead yet

Angry sounds and angry words and over-frustrated tones Therapeutic sonic sessions sawing through your bones
The songs for the deaf and the underground left and the anthems of the insecure
Metal lives on in our souls and our hearts, of that you can be sure

Metal, I breathe your life
You're all we got left

Metal you have life as long as I say so, yeah