How can we achieve anarchy if we don't know what it means? 
Do we even want anarchy that illusionistic dream? 
They say they see no reason for discontent 
In this period of free enterprise, is evolution spent? 
Say their progress is insallable, presented indisguised 
Decisions made for all is their responsibility? 
They forecast better ways to better days; onwards they seek progress no matter what it takes 

From left to right to all the prats in the middle 
From the judge to the preacher to the sinners and the cynical 
From the Godley to the gullible to the vicious and viable 
The globe turns slowly while the governed and ungovernable 
Slay it out in the never ending search for righteousness, immaculate success 
Their space to possess seems to be what makes their clock tick, but to us it fucking stinks 
When met with resistance, they stamp on it until it breaks 
Their society remains secret and although we know their name 
We are the pawns on the world's chessboard in one big multi-national game 
There's still no end in sight but still we know we're right 
We must somehow struggle on up while they go racing to the top 
Then Whitehouse "V" the squat, a challenge I think not 
Resist every move they make by fulfilling our own hearts 
Not by backing off and dropping out, get in there for a start 
If you're looking for some proof of this how much more proof do you need 
When constantly and hopelessly we fail and they succeed 

There's no compassion in here 
My fingers keep curling into fists these days 
No one smiles on the streets these days 
And there's no compassion 
Hit the wall a substitute for a face 
You can look but you can't touch 
You can see but you can't have 
Keep crawling to the end of the week 
And there's no compassion 

Breath heavy to pretend it's fun 
Raise the cover to protect your pride 
Ignore the failure that you see in the glass 
Paint the flesh to hide the scar 
And there's no compassion 

A million people died in the middle of your breakfast 
A million people died in the middle of your favorite love song 
A million people died in the middle of your racist joke 
A million people died in the middle of your favorite TV programme 
A million people died in the middle of your lovemaking 
A million people died in the middle of your pop stars interview 
A million people died in the middle of your video game 
A million people died in the middle of your sexist 
A million people died in the middle of your mass debating 
A million people died in the middle of your politicians lying 
A million people died in the middle of your silence 
A million people died in the middle of your stocks and shares 
A million people died in the middle of your royal variety performance 
A million people died in the middle of your debutante's ball 
A million people died in the middle of your day out at Ascot 
A million people died in the middle of a Conflict gig! 

Separation is complete. A mind to domesticate, condition, compete 
Clinical birth control, the sterlised setting 
Syringed into being, life is just beginning 
Mask of the surgeon, eyes of the blind, rubber band caressing, welcome to mankind 
The brain perceives the fear, tender beats the heart 
Slapped into life programming starts 
Wanted and needed 
Wanted from birth to fit in the jigsaw puzzle 
Trained don't strain against the muzzle 
Force-fed, prostituted, brainwashed that's called learning 
Blindfolded, prejudiced, an outcome predetermined 
Needed to die and not question why 
Follow in ignorance, a comfortable prison 
Kept in the dark so they can be free. Spit in the eyes so you will never see 

The kid aims the cap gun, points it at my cranium 
I am supposed to put my hands up, but I don't want to die that way 
Mentally or physically, para-psychologically, whose responsibility? 

Is it to feed their profiteering tolerated as long as your mind is fearing? 
Right where they want you beaten back into submission 
Right where they want you in a missionary position 
Needed to promote their glory of possession 
To accept and be grateful yet ask no questions 
To believe in love and their guiding hand 
To obey in humility and never understand 

I was feeling alright, yeah just me and the night; I was walking through a white tiled subway 
I heard the sound of voices around the corner shouting 
The sound of broken glass, no one was there 
I looked at my reflection in the puddles in the street 
It looked so messed up I just kept moving my feet 
To the beat and rhythm of my heart, not much I know but I see it as a start 
Because I'm counting the heads to see how many are left, the fingers of one hand stretching 
And this feeling of apathy keeps coming quite suddenly - well if something's gonna come, when's it coming? 

While you're jumping on the spot, all the freshness starts to rot 
And another inspiration fades away. And still you sell your dignity 
Still you sell your dignity time after time 
And I wonder where lies your pride, does it wait in there inside? 
Is it waiting for the moment when you let your heart speak? 
Is it waiting for the moment when you act out your own beliefs? 
Is it waiting for the moment when you drop your false act? 
Is it waiting for the moment when you face the facts? 
That you're pumping your life for someone else's ideas 
That you're living your life under someone else's fear 
That it's time to shift your vision, time to move your head 
Get up out of submission. I'm counting heads, how many are left? 

The fingers of one hand keep stretching. The fingers of both hands keep stretching 
And all I see is "Rock 'n' Roll". All I hear is "Rock 'n' Roll" 

I turn the pages of the book, and force my weary eyes to look 
At the product of our modern world, at the product of our civilised world 
And a child's face looks out at me, questioning why does this have to be? 
And I can't find any answer, not that dead ears can hear - do I make myself clear? 
It's been said that we must progress for humanity, but looking at the truth of that mockery 
I wonder if our minds have progressed anywhere, and I wonder if there's any humanity there 
The sightless eyes looking at me, questioning why does this have to be 
And I can't find any answers not that dead ears can hear - do I make myself clear? 

If you're an activist not while getting pissed, 
if you're gonna do something make sure you don't miss 
That's a dangerous game to play what use are you if you're banged up? 
You can't beat them on the streets, so duck and dive a little, hide the fiddles 
Play them at their own game, stay with them all the way 
Know what and why they are doing things and create alternatives 
Police are still snooping, awaiting the big nick 
Like fishermen baiting the fish, tempting us to take the risk 

This time, this time they've made the impossible. 
The new aids infection from EMI the treatment to replace the old spermicide