Anarchy! - Showbread

The line that we’ve been made to stand in is stretched on the horizon

Strung together with the hooks of rules we can’t decide on

Fed on crumbs in patient hopes that the world might be convinced of us

And if we can all vote one way we’ll force them into holiness

The world has become frustrated with a fake Jesus

Because of the darkness that his followers bring

We want to demolish that sad parody

And show the world the true King of kings

We want more out of God’s love than only loving those who love us

We want to truly love the way of he who is above us

We want more out of our lives than the American dream can offer

She offers only scraps from the table of the rich white men that bought her

We want the truth that sets us free not freedom bought with guns

We want the everlasting truth no war can ever make undone

We want to live for the King of kings not the kings of armies and men

We want a freedom on which no place of birth will ever depend

We can smile and stand in line

But we won’t lift our hands to pledge allegiance to a flag or to a piece of land

Non-violent non-resistance, sworn to honor our true King

Anarchy, anarchy, anarchy!

We can smile and stand in line

But we won’t lift our hands to pledge allegiance to a flag or to a piece of land

Non-violent non-resistance, sworn to honor our true King

I’m just a man, but so are you

Whoever wears the royal crest

Are these kings the best that we can do?

Or a necessary evil for ordering a royal mess?

We want to demolish this sad parody

Tear down the flags of every nation and then let freedom ring!

We can smile and stand in line

But we won’t lift our hands to pledge allegiance to a flag or to a piece of land

Non-violent non-resistance, sworn to honor our true King

Anarchy, anarchy, anarchy!