we are without history if not for the history of struggle. what you have heard from us in the past was the history of the working class, the history of americana. we are now neither. while some of us work, and all of us recognize class war, that is to say the attack on the poor and the resistance to the rich, we are not a class. we are classless, nationless, even governmentless in our love. we have no representation but our ability to fight with joy and rage for our lives. the music we now play is and should be always, dangerous and violent. it is violent not in the way that the state is violent, but in the way the spring kills the winter. in the way that making love is violent. in the way that a song in a prison cell is violent. we are dangerous because we are not likened to compromise, but growth, not silence but rapture of suffering. the Rom people's have breathed into us, and we exhale to you. Let us fuck shit up together, and dance on the graves of capitalism.