And how would you live your life? When no rules exist, how could you be Where would you check your views To whom would you run for clues?
You lay rules for all life; to live A grid line on what and how to be Not an inch your ideals bend And no broader your wits extend.
But I don't just mean that you're strange Every reach in history builds your range But break your limits for once, Let your instincts run amok; advance.
How was the world before there were rules? How would they react to anything?