Breezing through the melee of life like I am invisible
Unknown, nobody’s interested so they don’t see me,
They don’t know who I am or what I believe
So it’s no real hardship remaining anonymous,
It lets me act like an activist and subversive
Not knowing I am an underground anarchist,
I don’t play along with the systems rules
I don’t participate I just look to mess with it,
They wouldn’t even guess it was me, even if they saw me
They would be surprised because they misjudge what they see,
That I would fight to create a change like a refreshing breeze
Whistling throughout all different societies.
fauxcroft 
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