Tell me what I need
Tell me what I want
Won't say a thing or speak my mind
Cause you are on your way to prove me wrong
It's just the start
They're only warming up
It's only a matter of time
Until they realize I'm done
They take it all away
No longer free today
Some call it Anarchy
With nothing left to lose
Some are just like me
Who think they've got a point to prove
They'll run into the fire
For what they think is true
I'd rather die than have to do the things
I do for you
I guess it's time to throw it all away
I'll cut off every one of you and still end up okay
I guess it's time to smash it all apart
To step down from all the divine
Now I'm back at the start
Some call it Anarchy
With nothing left to lose
Some are just like me
Who think they've got a point to prove
They'll run into the fire
For what they think is true
I'd rather die than have to do the things
I do for you
They start to run their call
Try to make us fall
Well no not me
It just can't be
They know I hate it all
Let's hit it hard
Let's give them all we've got
I don't want any sympathy
While punching me until I drop
Inside their perfect world
People like me don't work
I'm broken from what I've heard
Some call it Anarchy
With nothing left to lose
Some are just like me
Who think they've got a point to prove
They'll run into the fire
For what they think is true
I'd rather die than have to do the things
I do for you
And everything's leading up to our extinction
[?]
I will not be a part of your utopia
I guess it's time to throw it all away
I'll cut off every one of you and still end up okay
I guess it's time for me to break away
I guess it's time to throw it all away
I'll cut off every one of you and still end up okay
I guess it's time for me to break away
I guess it's time to throw it all away
I'll cut off every one of you and still end up okay
I guess it's time for me to break away
I'll cut off every one of you and still end up okay
Some call it Anarchy
With nothing left to lose
Some are just like me
Who think they've got a point to prove
They'll run into the fire
For what they think is true
I'd rather die than have to do the things
I do for you
And everything's leading up to our extinction
[?]
I will not be a part of your utopia