Anarchist

His blood runs cold Deep in his heart is a Vengeance that will soon unfold His hate was born of fire Driven by men that are Determined to corrupt his soul He's not a martyr He owns his life He won't abandon His will to fight He lies awake Cigarettes on the floor Time flies away He chooses to ignore He strives to create The one thing worth fighting for Anarchist Anarchist Anarchist Anarchist He burns down the walls His only regret is they Took so long to fall He screams at the skies His only demon Is a god who doesn't care at all It's his decision To burn the world On one condition Chaos unfurled He lies awake Cigarettes on the floor Time flies away He chooses to ignore He strives to create The one thing worth fighting for Anarchist Anarchist Anarchist Anarchist He's not a martyr He owns his life He won't abandon His will to fight It's his decision To burn the world On one condition Chaos unfurled He lies awake Cigarettes on the floor Time flies away He chooses to ignore He strives to create The one thing worth fighting for