Life without dictate, oh, dream of the weary,
Who, pressed between the parchments of law,
Dream of a future where rule is deposed,
And in its place built no hierarchy at all
Build no system, trust no law
Burn all the tomes on a pyre,
Rise from the ash now inspired
Masterless
Let not the hounds of the government deny your liberty
Or allow statist propaganda to dissuade you from what you could be
Autonomy is our demand, the rights of all for which we stand,
If rifles might free us from this hierarchy then consider it your burden for anarchy
Burn all our kings on a pyre,
Sing, voices raised in a choir
Masterless