No rules for this city
This fallacy you call democracy
Is nothing but a joke.
To you anarchist means antichrist
And no rules means death
But if you can’t trust humanity
Then who the fuck is left?
Are we more safe with a rule by the few
Those people in towers know.
The rubble, the brick, it all fell so quick
But sure they could have never known.
We’re vagrants for feeling this way
Just misunderstood and unloved
Anarchy is a way of life
Not a fucking disease.
Taking and making lives of our own
No social structure to abide.
I take what I need please just leave me be
I want to be left alone.
But that’s the irony of anarchy
Is that it can never be.