Sick and tire of carrying out [bad word] We no longer want to be used
By-products of mass-productions
Castaway, deceived and abused

For too long living under a delusion 
Deprived of any right to choose
No more thoughts no more confusion
Faceless crowd with no life to lose 

I don’t see the other way out
I can’t not think of anything but

Anarchy. It’s on my mind
Anarchy is on my mind. 

Any rebel one day will be punished
Revolution will take its toll
Don’t be scared you may lose your body
Be afraid to lose your soul