Anarchy + Rules

A rebellious state
A time and place
For every face on every face
There is no ball or chain.

Running through the streets
My gun in my hand
I'm finding out easily that
There is no plan.

No rules, No telling
What's happened?
Leave it to Anarchy
If you don't hear
What they don't tell you
It's not wrong, nor is there room for
Fear.

Sure, there are guidelines
But, there's also reality
For where we are told what to do
There are consequences for our actions
Anew.

If you find the world
Renowned enough to stand
Then rise up and take action
On this, final plan.
To this day we are run
Not on our own ideals
But, some dumbass narcissist
That's obsessed with his own appeal.

So rise up
Try hard
Live and die young
Because every bit of it counts
And every bit stands
For the Anarchist inside you.