Texty: Hell Yeah. Stampede. It's On!.

You can't fight it, no you gotta feed it to the fire
Hold your feet to the flames
You got it burning, stinging for the reason
After burning like a jet airplane

You gotta build it till the scaffold hits the ceiling
Let me tell you it's a dangerous place
You can't stop it raging like a pyre
Got more power than a runaway train

It's in stereo, it's my heroin
Gotta make my way to the stage scream
My call, so real, so raw
Take, my own, manipulate, I'm in, it's on

You can't stop it, no you can't rob it
It's an attitude of pure gasoline
You get that feeling that's filling up the building
And it's blowing like a powder keg

You gotta bring it and cave in the goddamn ceiling
Own the pit, fucking dance till you bleed
It sits inside me, rebellion and uprising
Like the shotgun blast that laid you to waste

It's in stereo, it's my heroin
Gotta make my way to the stage scream
My call so real, so raw
Take, my own, manipulate, I'm in, it's on

Teeth, brick wall, grit, bear all force
I own, annihilate, clench fist, it's on
It's on, it's on, come on
Move come on

It's in stereo, it's my heroin
Gotta make my way to the stage scream
My call, so real, so raw
Take, my own, manipulate, I'm in, it's on

Teeth, brick wall, grit, bear all force
I own, annihilate, clench fist, it's on
It's on, it's on, it's on