When you're lying on your back under the foot of brutality 

and gagging on the stockpile of junk 

left by past generations and apathetic mentality 

you can't help feel like you got the short end of the stick 

when will we ever walk without a crutch 

and live to exist and finally put away our fists 

be a thief or a pauper, the choice is up to you 

if the cause is sincere we're already halfway through 



Thieve back! what they've stolen from you 

Give back! the shit they've given to you 

Attack! confront the problems they make 

Don't react! cause we're lost if we wait 



Cold war? No war? it's all the fucking same 

It's done a little bit quieter so no one will complain 

their structure has nothing to do with matter, time and space 

so to live within a system is such a fucking waste 

If you look inside yourself, at everything that's real 

you see systems are two dimentional, they soon lose their appeal 

Systems are incorperal they don't really exist 

They're unnatural constructions that are natural to resist! 



Thieve back! what they've stolen from you 

Give back! the shit they've given to you 

Let's fight! let's fight with our hearts 

Unite! we shoudln't be apart 



It's up to us, anarchists belive in a higher order 

and a non-coercive way of life. 

To litter our over crowded decaying cities with our literature 

to heckel and drown out the speeches of corrupt leaders 

that come to our towns and spew forth their wretched de-evolutionary 

bullshit. 

And hold demonstrations, as small as they may be, 

to let the state know we're still here in 1996 

and we're not going to sit back 

and watch them destroy what little we have left to grasp onto. 

LET THEM KNOW WE'RE HERE! 

Some nights I dream of mutilated politicians on poles 

headless officers of the almighty law 

bloated bankers choking on money 

the hungry feeding off pigs' corpses 

the wonderful smell of racist's rotten flesh on fire 

OPPRESSORS BE WARNED: ALL DREAMS COME TRUE SOMEDAY