I say I’ve got nothing to live for like, there’s someone who does.
I say I feel so betrayed like there’s someone that’s safe to trust.
And I’m not for inaction, but I am for despair.
May this resignation lead us to battle against forces we know will destroy us before they really know we’re there.
I’m fighting for something between apocalypses and liberation.
I’m struggling for something between apathy and desperation.
And just because I’m an anarchist doesn’t mean that I won’t burn a black flag.
While you’re wishing for utopia, I just hope the cops don’t search my paper bag.
"boi wat da fuk u just said??"