Testo Summer

Endless days followed by endless nights.

Mindless violence.

Bloody fist fights.

Oppressive summer heat
radiating off the pavement,

fills the heads of youths with ideas of a movement.



There's nowhere to run to,

There's nowhere to hide,

When what we're running from,

Is what's inside.


Summer heat, excites the hate.

A mission destroyed by our own fate.

Minds and hearts are melted numb,

In the lives of kids no longer having fun.



There's nowhere to run to,

There's nowhere to hide,

When what we're running from,

Is what's inside.



Suburban wasteland.

No one to take a stand.

Bored generations turned to drugs.