Slavná newyorská hardcorová skupina (s rapovými prvky) založená v r. 1988, nezřídka se vyslovující k sociálním a ekologickým otázkám. Velký ohlas mají alba Urban Discipline a A State Of The World Address. Na konci r. 1995, během natáčení alba...

Píseň: Cornered

Interpret:
BIOHAZARD
Album:
State Of The World Address
Sometimes I feel it's a waste of time 
To listen to your shouting a wordless pantomime 
Can't you see it falls on deaf ears 
Filling me up with your point of view 
Your opinions are your own, I got mine too 
What I think don't mean nothing to you 
When the shit hits the fan 
And you're forced by the man 
Who holds the key to our promised land 
Don't misunderstand what's in the man's hand 
'Cause it's all been laid out in the New World Plan 
Makin' me feel like a laboratory rat 
Without a mind of its own - diseased and fat 
I can't let my life go out like that 
'Cause I'm an extra skeptic, a true eclectic 
I find it hard to trust all the people we've elected 
Take a look around, do you feel protected 
Like garbage in a dump our lives have been rejected 
A blind man leading the not so blind 
Creating false truth to fill our minds 
To listen to yourself would be a crime 
It all comes back to you some time 
Like it or not, they got a number on me 
I will not break for your demands 
Rabid, defensive, in the corner I stand 
Caught in a trap, the bait was free 
Like it or not, they got a number on me 
I can't trust anyone, they're all out to get me 
Gonna run until I can't run from the laws that ruin me 
Faster and harder so God help me flee 
From the lies that we're free and the powers that be 
That push the rich forward between you and me 
But agree to agree with no guarantee 
Of something to live for I'll die if need be 
I stand up for all as I fight to be free