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