Million Dead Reformulating The Challenge To Archism Lyrics

i long for the day when concrete becomes flammable. a firebrand, i am liquid ire through these ancient misery-cobbled cheapside streets. and whether you choose to date it from lao-tse and diogenes, or the heresy of the spirit, or a man named winstanley, or pierre-joseph and mikhail in the nineteenth century, there has always been a link between the negative and the free. and i;ve been trying for some time to find a new way of saying no to archism. and i long for the day when grammar, words, syntax fall into place. a simple gesture or clearing of the throat becomes a spark in this tinderbox metropolis. and i will nail it, my archist friends. in fact, this might be it... so stop crawling, and stand the f*ck up, because it's pathetic. and start dancing, because you move like no one else. and stop begging, it's not worth it, you are stronger, and start saying no. so i don't long for the day when i will wake to a soft-focus wiped-clean slate. i'm just hoping that the same overbearing structures will be faced with a little more faith, a handful more people saying no. and there are many different ways of saying no.