We the latest batch, of useless happenstance
Will find our way to lawlessness
And settle for our doom
We the central heirs, of nothing here or there
Will take all the bits of wasted shit
And build a stalwart throne
Upon our face, we'll scream disgrace
Marching towards the state
Driving forth our bitter needs
That counteract our place
We the young, the bold and dim
Who gather just for strife
Demand your prime attention
And your very life
Stupid, wiles, crafty and trim
Call forth yourselves
To the cause of causes
The all for nothing, here and now
Chant the secondary anthem and know,
That you are not alone
That you are one of many
That you are understood
And raise the hell that suits you best.