rad socks but your life isnt falling apart

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 speeding up to our extinction We're down to only a few with our ambition It's trying to kill us off but even if it does 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 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 I guess it's time to throw it all away I'll cut off every one of you and still end up okay