Heart of An Anarchist

Jingling of those prison keys
One. Two. Three.
Here they come, come again
To come get me
I swear I'm just trying to get free
I swear It's just me

Death defying, stupefied
Soldier of the resistance
Left with no gun to fire,
But sing the choir sing!

Pierced lips that you wont kiss
Dried up from all that screaming
In a padded cell today.
Tomorrow will they take me away?

Painted black, then taken back,
Scrubber all the way to the bone.
Find a home
Paint a door, locks you wont have keys for.

What have I done? Done again
There's nothing broken for you to mend.
Beating fast, beating hard,
Un- silenced, though my mouth is taped shut
From my gut, to mu chest
The Heard of An Anarchist.