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