The day I was born was the day I was forced…
To follow your rules, etiquettes and decorum.
But I am a free soul with wings and am rouge…
Do hell with your establishments and tantrum.

Your walls may be painted and floor so clean…
But I know about the bodies piled up in your basement.
I am neither a challenger nor am a fighter…
But I simply refuse and refute your emplacement.

I have the list how you waged so many wars…
Your sponsored holocaust and funded assassinations.
They are few who sell their souls to devil…
But you can’t buy me even by the Christ’s temptations.

I know I will be chased, smothered and blazed…
Just disappeared and no eyes will be teary.
Soon your system will be in place, all memories erased…
My name will be remembered as a conspiracy theory.