desecrate my life today
reinstate another form of decay
Its too late to leave my mind in the play
another day another ounce of freedom at bay
It's okay; its our fault where we lay
electing fat cats to make fat dollars out of clay
we could set us free in anarchy
but that is chaos
and its for order that you pray
our society is greed
materialism and want not need
desires born of all things petty
and you the puppet look up to see whose pulling your strings
so many small mind conformists
acting like tall minded reformists
all claiming rebellion
while they lay down with society speak
I have a plan and I have action
living as one outside putrefaction
my own little anarchy
my own little world in me