I have the blood of anarchists running through my veins
I care very little for the constructs of restriction and control
Control breeds contempt
Contempt breeds rebellion
Rebellion spills blood
I have the blood of anarchists running through my veins

I have the skin of freedom fighters draped across my bones
It makes me impervious to those who would take away my rights
Rights to freedom
Freedom to love
Love not just the skin
I have the skin of freedom fighters draped across my bones

The price for liberty flows down streets of foreign cities
The cost was high, its debt was paid
Paid by men and women both
Both of whom barely lived
Lived to die for such a price
The price for liberty flows down streets of foreign cities